Chicken bones

You know what's really sweet? That you tip my self-esteem, with shabby words like dirty coins that go around from hand to hand and make some noise but buy no joys. A cheap woo-woo to please, the ones that taste like cheese. The pseudo-encouragement, an attempt to make a compliment. The one that we all [...]

By | 2017-07-09T00:39:53+00:00 May 19th, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments


I traced a line to separate the indivisible in two. I focused on that edge (dividing what, I had no clue). I stayed until both sides became this blurry view, where I could no longer see the closeness of the two. They shared a giant tree and the footprints of my shoes but it didn't [...]

By | 2017-07-09T00:54:07+00:00 May 3rd, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments

Forever young

The ice melted, the sugar dissolved. Both faded and got lost in the red liquid of my glass, in the red liquid of my core. Who cares about the conservation of mass, when time decides to do the same to my ass? Maybe I got this wrong, but I tried the Buddhists' advice of staying [...]

By | 2017-07-09T00:55:29+00:00 April 23rd, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments

Hand in hand

I wished I could walk around the rainbow and get a glimpse from an angle. I despised the frontal view, I didn't want to face the blue. So I walked and walked, always hoping for some change and when I looked at the colors it was always the same range. The next thing I remember [...]

By | 2017-07-09T00:59:10+00:00 April 13th, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments


I was playing Where's Wally?, but I didn't like red, I was searching for blue instead. Don't you get better if you play everyday? I was committed to practice and sometimes I could find him. "Look! Here! Wally behind that whaler!" "That's not Wally, you idiot, that's a sailor. Why don't you just let go? [...]

By | 2017-07-09T01:00:54+00:00 April 7th, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments

The tree

If every leaf of that tree had a name I'd have to learn them all. The branches touching them didn't know what they were called. It was stupid that I felt that way but it was beyond control, I've spent many hours of my days under its treetop, in the cold. During summer days its [...]

By | 2017-07-09T01:03:10+00:00 March 21st, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments

Before nine o’clock

"I'll have the salad," I said. "That wouldn't help," he said, "colorful vegetables wouldn't leave a stain in such a colorless self." "I guess I'll have some tea, then." "That wouldn't help either, a cold heart can't be warmed up by a cup of tea or liquor or beer." "Well, sell me a whole jar." [...]

By | 2017-07-09T01:05:27+00:00 March 21st, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments


They raised their voices in the name of compassion to silence words they didn't like enough, paradoxical was their motto and their flag a colorful cloth. Slogans signaled their virtue urgently, loud, rhythmically as one voice. As true as if they really meant it, that you could almost trust their cause. So they grew and became [...]

By | 2017-07-09T01:06:57+00:00 March 21st, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments