Mother prison – a poem

Mother prison, seven billion strong. Beyond your waters, space for walls. An army of sleepers, calling you a stage. Most of them dreaming, some wide awake. Taking avatars for a ride in a quantum slumber that some call life. Just like a mother, with you it's the same:...

Unconditional love – a poem

Love me when there's nothing to love: when the hair has thinned, when the thin is gone. Love me when it's inconvenient: when you can't see me, or count on me. Love me when you get nothing in return: not the comfort of company, nor the passion of intimacy. Love me when...

Safe – a poem

In your arms, I can breathe. To your touch, I can sleep. Your words put an end to my anxiety. In your world, I can live. To your beat, I can dance. To your tunes, I can sing. Looking at you is like staring blank at the sea. You're immense! In your waters I can swim....

Between you and I – a poem

I’m glad those weren’t flowers you were bringing from the car. I’m glad you didn’t notice me when I left after class. I’m glad you didn’t take me with you on that weekend fishing trip. I’m glad you moved away with people more like you. I’m glad your disorderly...

Mending vs. throwing away

Tonight I mended some of my clothing. While I was doing this, I remenbered how I used to be opposed to fixing anything that broke. Even my favorite shoes, when they broke, I'd throw them away, get them out of my sight ASAP like a contagious disease. I believe I got to...

The fight – part II

Life keeps throwing punches. She's determined, she's gotta teach me. She misses some, causing no harm. She nails others, beat me up beyond recognition. She keeps striking, but won't talk... and I'm beat. I'm not calling you names this time. Not calling you overrated....

The Unending Gift – Jorge Luis Borges

Following are Spanish and English versions of "The Unending Gift" by Jose Luis Borges. I find this piece particularly moving, for possibility is the highest gift. The Unending Gift - Spanish (English below) "Un pintor nos prometió un cuadro. Ahora, en New England, sé...

Lecciones de amor

Aprendí a mirarte sin ruidos; a apreciarte sin tenerte, a acariciarte sin manos, a hablarte sin voz. Aprendí a diseñar pensamientos lindos, programas avanzados que se desplazan hacia ti. Entendí que siempre estarás, y que está bien. Te limpié un cuarto en un rincón...

Te soñé

Como si fuera ayer y nada hubiese pasado entre nosotros Como si la distancia fuera un fantasma de una pesadilla que nunca tuvimos Me sonreías con esos labios que tantas veces besé y de tus ojos emanaba paz y comprensión Me sentí en el cielo como solía después de hacer...

Hay un país en el mundo – poema por Pedro Mir

Hay un país en el mundo colocado en el mismo trayecto del sol, oriundo de la noche. Colocado en un inverosímil archipiélago de azúcar y de alcohol. Sencillamente liviano, como un ala de murciélago apoyado en la brisa. Sencillamente claro, como el rastro del beso en...

El viejo y la pipa – poema

El Viejo y la Pipa Compré un traje para una fiesta a la que no fui invitado. Estoy esperando a alguien que no quedó en llegar. Sigo aquí, pelando pa' que otro chupe; amolando y siempre boto, queriendo y no pudiendo. Y no sé si querré ir a ese lugar de donde no llegan...

Provocative writing

Update to June 2013: Paul Knopfler, the poet whose writing I refer to in this post cancelled his blog a few years ago, never to be heard from again - so the link to the full version of "The Consumer's Manifesto" will not work. However, read on to the comment session...

Momentos

Cerré los ojos y al abrirlos encontré tu sonrisa; y al tomarme de mano me guiabas en un círculo de danzas en el pasto de esa pequeña loma en la cual, sólo minutos antes, las vacas comían en tranquilidad. Respiré sociego y empaté tu sonrisa, sintiendo gozo... del tipo...

Tu maldición – poema

  No es una playa vacía, sino el agua que está fría. No es la neblina eterna, sino la cama sin piernas. No es un brujo en San Juan fumando cigarros con velones prendidos y fotografías al revés. No es una muñeca vudú comprada en eBay, punzanda en tus partes que no te...

Bayou con Dios

Departed swampy lands in search for brighter scenery. Alligators with mouths wide open craved your joy. In that murky water you left your shackles, tears and filth. Lighter now, you get buried on that crystal sand beach. You shed your body, but the energetic trash...

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Of mantras and eternal love

I keep your letter; four pages of lengthy stream. Because anything worth saying is worth repeating. You said. I love you. I love you? I love you! Like a mantra, repeated over and over until it wills you into a trance. Like a bond; a fragile note reminiscent of...

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Ode to impermanence

Sway to the bittersweet ballad of beautiful things coming to an end. The melancholy of joy intermixed with sorrow Parting from a presence that will never leave you Saying goodbye to yourself Move to the beat of impermanence, tears of joy in a static embrace. The...

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Casita de pájaro

Cuando cesa la música solo queda el silencio. No es lo mismo tocar como tu, que ser tu. Los momentos perfectos no pueden replicarse. Es injusto medir el presente con cinta del pasado. Este traje no me sirve, pero es el único que tengo. O me lo pongo o me desnudo....

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Bird house – a poem

When the music stops there's dreadful silence. Someone who sounds like you is not you. Blissful moments cannot be replicated. It's unfair to measure the present with yesterday's tape. This suit does not fit, but it's the only clothes I have. It's either this or being...

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The word

Words are cheap, but invaluable when they speak of the abundance of the heart. Emotions are male, aggressive rapists impregnating the mind. Thoughts bud like daffodils early Spring. Some bloom, others perish with their essence inside. But the mind is always pregnant,...

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Losing you

  Missing you is hearing your drums when I play my guitar. It's picturing curls as I drive in my car. It's grasping for air. It's batting the wind. Having you is sweetly fictitious for truth is a bummer; as actual as Olaf  in the dead of summer. It is fleeting....

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Becoming

I have poetry in my heart from the beauty I've seen, from the lives I've lived, from the loves I've loved. I've got waves of wonder pouring out of my heart, with stretches of blue,white and gold sand. I've got serenity in sea... the sound of movement, deep breaths,...

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The excuse

I'm not your love; the one who keeps you up at night staring at the ceiling. I'm the one you took for granted when you thought you could do better. Now you know that "better" is loving and being loved. I'm the one who talks back; who didn't compromise essence for...

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Essentials

Take the words and leave me breath Take the house and leave my home Take the passion and leave my love Take me in pieces and leave me whole Grab the rocks and leave the strength Search for beginnings and leave the ends Grab the flower and let it rain Essentials Let...

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