Dead gloves

I. I threw my aging gloves in the garbage, and found one of them floating dead the next time I went for a walk along the river. It will never touch a hand again. Was it trying to do its job of keeping things warm, while failing the freezing water and dying a solitary agony? [...]

By | 2017-08-03T03:32:27+00:00 July 23rd, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments

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


Every time I put my hand into a bag of possibilities I get the yellow gummy bear. It makes me hate randomness. Then I look inside and take them out one by one, and eat them first so I can finally enjoy the rest. I know life is a little more intricate than a bag of candy. Still, [...]

By | 2017-07-09T01:16:18+00:00 May 16th, 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

Faceless needs

I forced your face on my needs, and it became one before I could see it was made of plastic. Rumination turned into deep useless reflection, assisted by fruit flies and lever-pressing rats. I made an effort not to spit on the mirror while brushing my teeth, but tiny white drops dried and accumulated faster [...]

By | 2017-07-09T00:59:58+00:00 April 12th, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments

How to change the past

When a memory claims your attention, you exchange a few words and ideas. Sometimes after that, it'll go back to sleep but in a different position. Other times though, it'll visit you again and again, indifferent towards your annoyance and will make its case until you listen. Memories. Not trusty recordings of what happened, but [...]

By | 2017-07-09T01:20:50+00:00 March 29th, 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


I'm not sure about calling it home. It was the place where I watered plants that were only growing roots, except for the poisonous one. A place of unfulfilled projects, of ideas too lazy to become anything else. The only people I wanted to see talked to me in written words, printed on yellow paper. The [...]

By | 2017-07-27T18:35:05+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

Rain dance

Too bad rain can't wash away tears you've never cried. Little drops dripping from your hair and running down your face, that was the closest you've ever been to crying. The moment it occurred to you that tears could help your eyes get rid of that image, it had been traveling for years through untraceable [...]

By | 2017-07-09T01:06:04+00:00 March 21st, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments