and I wonder, in what language am I supposed to express this passage?
Tag: Uncollected Poems
I use this category to collect posts of old and new poems not published elsewhere. Click on the titles to read each post.
La cruda de dios
Where does the invisible come from?
Bhut Jolokia (Press Release)
A chili's spiciness scientifically measured
Intimate
Computers used to be rooms where you could walk into.
Esta mañana
Esta mañana amanezco con un velo sobre el ojo.
Nero
A cut-out frame opens up the microscopic
Coney Island
Over the photograph of the whole beach (the abandoned amusement park behind), a lonely bird.
Akhmatova
Giving, I think the poet meant, without expecting anything.
Added in a postscript
Gloomy day. Ceaseless rain.
Marco’s Sunday Roast
tranquilo, remember
Day Barry White Died
I wonder if everytime someone dies
