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Adobo Criollo · 2h ago

Vulgar

Vulgar  Me, teacher of the hours of misery, unemployed vagabond standingin front of the c...
Adobo Criollo · 1d ago

Musing

Musing Sometimes I dream I'm on the moonI do not know how I got therebut I know I'm dreaming Other times my speech is involuntaryas if I were talking to frogsas if trees listen & murmur my ...
Adobo Criollo · 2d ago

24-Hour Walkathon

24-Hour WalkathonVenerate thorns along your journey Hike without ever turning back Scramble to find the core of censorshipTie truth around the neck or foreheadDrown lies in
Adobo Criollo · 3d ago

Night Sounds

Night SoundsI hear ambulances pass,their lights cross my brow,rip night's velvet.Silence pauses at a red light,a note in a pentagram of dark & bright streets. I hear death limos speed away w...
Adobo Criollo · 3d ago

Poems Up at "The Passed Note" and FRIGG

Poems Up at "The Passed Note" and FRIGG© Sergio A. Ortiz 2009
Adobo Criollo · 3d ago

Luego estás tú

Luego estás tú―ruido contenido, acrobacia. Me caigo, te lastimas, osciló,cicatrizas.© Sergio A. Ortiz 2009
Adobo Criollo · 1W ago

Before the full moon is in my hair

Before the full moon is in my hair& the wheel of my skullin the most scandalous & iridescent prayerscratching itself under the mattress:you said you were going to adore meA hysterical hyena ...
Adobo Criollo · 1W ago

We cannot be so frank & shocking

We cannot be so frank & shockingas incomprehensible lizardsrepeating themselves to rhododendronsWe will always shake the palm treesa centuple centipedecontinues gnawing at skullsIt'll know w...
Adobo Criollo · 1W ago

The Exit Door Behind the Bathroom

The Exit Door Behind the Bathroom A sigh rising like a giant waveas if it was not real.We walked in & he closed the door.Chair, bed, they crowded around me. He ran the curtain; the bed gave ...
Adobo Criollo · 1W ago

The Map of a Mirage

The Map of a MirageThe streets, the houses & the books,the possessed rooms, the inviolate joy that inhabits gardens. Climate change, the enigma burning on the wall like a hunting trophy.All this, nothing more than a blink, a mirage.A foggy carnival, ...