Albedo

sometimes

i put images down

like stepping-stones

Inflatable Mattresses

Poem

You were the best at reminding me
that life is trash bags suspended over old tires,
waiting for things to go (Roman exuberance).

Accordion

Silence as a tool. 

You lay your hands on the silence.
You possess it—
hunker down for days,
crawl up…

In Sleep

Poem 2

In sleep, he comes to me.

When the curtains hang limply side by side

and my hard fists have uncurled.

When the bulbs have cooled

Caroline’s Porch

The art of rolling a perfect spliff— every time. 

I should be satisfied,
but the six inches between us might
as well be six miles or six hundred.
This is your back porch:
you’ve taken the hammock, leaving me
the futon, which is covered in…

Vertigo

During vertigo the points of reference for sight, sound and gravity are temporarily lost. Most cases of vertigo can be treated for symptoms, but remain without real explanation.

Mamasota

Poem 1

When my Madre left the microscopic town of Jojutla

The Pemex station was on the verge of exploding

and her Mama posed like a fashion doll in a mirror by the window

Galatea

Estendeu o dedo à estátua:
já não era a mesma.
Não há sob o céu imune ao olhar de frente.
Pergunte à obra do final da galeria
e depois à do…

The Moth Night

Some poems fight their way out to be free and go live different lives and take on…

USA Today (Poem)

To a guy who’s lived through the Reichstag,
pushed around like a Phys.-Ed lab rat,
if things will ever change for you, you had nothing to do
with all the effective mechanisms and social voodoo.