March 2015 - When space is silence...

Amelia and the fall

Posted on March 27, 2015 By adcitlali

The underground’s entrance is a clown’s mouth Amelia thought of the path she used to walk eternal afternoons blissy oblivion shiny silence Then came the fall –she whispered — & death Mysterious smile Two days ago she longed for that…

It’s time

Posted on March 13, 2015 By adcitlali

You probably forgot that late January or February a year or ten or a century ago Dream-like memory a bad one It’s time to go –You dressed up (for me? maybe) good-looking coat & hat That winter coat we bought one summer…

The confession

Posted on March 10, 2015 By adcitlali

What’s the catch? –you asked Tell me your secrets Twenty nine thoughts blinked ’round my head I laugh at myself when can’t stop crying Sometimes I cry while laughing There are dreams in my reality A page in my old diary has not a single truth No one knows…

There

Posted on March 7, 2015 By adcitlali

No moon only stars observe us Maybe they report your location in blinking language _____Adriana Citlali II-IV-MMIV VII-III-MMXV Today I am trying reduction on an old poem from 2004, which I never published. It went from 40 words to 14. I like its new form. MTB: Systematically Derange…