decir sí fluye decir no enriquece decir sí suma decir no multiplica decir sí acaricia decir no estimula el vuelo a largo plazo a corto una cuerda tan larga que sólo tiene un cabo viene todo converge las partes del cuerpo los tiempos verbales conceptos y sentidos unidad nunca […]
emergencia XI in the original Spanish we go there together and alone this patio is so big it reaches childhood and a vertical drum rises to the sky rhythm violence of his bodies of his numerous distant and he runs this way game request of the impossible of another complicity the others […]
vamos ahí juntos y solos este patio es tan grande que llega hasta la infancia y un tambor vertical sube hasta el cielo ritmo violencia de sus cuerpos de sus múltiples lejos y corre hacia aquí juego demanda de lo imposible de otra complicidad los otros saltan los miramos nos protegen mirar […]
emergencia XII in the original Spanish we go horizontal stair between tomorrow and today convergence never as much he lights candles and unfolds his sails let there be wind let there be effects of the wind let there be fear of the effects of wind he fills them he smothers them […]
vamos escalera horizontal entre mañana y hoy convergencia nunca tanta enciende y despliega sus velas sea el viento sean los efectos del viento sea el miedo a los efectos del viento las infla las apaga vamos su música está en danza la cuna está dormida la muerte no es […]
Black and polished with light, it treads the air beneath the arched soffits of our house, where this morning I smeared, with a clean metal blade, a dollop of putty over the bullet-sized hole it bore into the wood. I watched, for an hour that bee, tap-tap-tapping like the severed tip of a cane groping […]
We estimate a man by how much he remembers. —Ralph Waldo Emerson Things seem to take on a sudden shimmer before vanishing: the polished black loafers he wore yesterday, the reason for climbing the stairs, even the names of his own children are swallowed like spent stars against the dark vault of memory. Today the […]
I lost my fear of dying when I slammed my hand in the passenger-side door of my father’s ’61 Cadillac Coupe DeVille as we waited for a parking attendant outside M’s Funeral Home. It was religious, the way pain shook my hand, hard and electric, straight through the bone in my shoulder, like the funeral […]