Stillness and silence were all I could hope for … Ancient words kept flying around. Right behind my forehead, chaotic phonemes forcibly formed foreign words. Hubo palabras huecas en idiomas conocidos. Dissonant sounds were known incongruent words in disguise. In between my ears, there was a constant resonance: a noisy…
On dancing while the music lasts
Contact without attachment Expanded freedom limited space hips beats heels tempo step step smile quick quick slow one two turn feel the breeze move your hair spin spin spin again! sense passion at the touch (stranger’s hand) close your eyes detach your body mark the steps play…
Just a few seconds
Amelia felt confused for just a few seconds. The confusion led to fear, fear to sadness. She was sad about the possibility of a past event. An event that might had happened without her knowing until now. But if it did happen … decisions should have been different. Maybe the…
On trueness and reality
Claudia: How real do you get in your poetry? I craft poems as a reflection of my instantaneous reality My poetry evolves with feelings evoked by old memories mixed with recent experience sparkled with salty tears or fugitive laughs Anell: How true is it?…
Repairing expectations
Dismiss those clumsy dreams A fool’s mate is overrated Allow a peace meeting Let memories flutter around Escape if you need to Survey the area, squeak through Then vanish the shadow that got stuck to your sight Rub your eyes with reality…
Conversations with a silent cat
Amelia wears blue again powders her nose and whispers to the cat You’re in my thoughts often almost constantly I was upset with myself worried about you Where were you when I was falling down? Not that it matters anymore I know you were hiding afraid,…
Road rhythm
Amelia travels the road again The air smells of music with a taste of sun Golden road rhythm and fresh sky for breakfast Amelia drives north seeking a mirror where to finally look at the naked reflection of her true eyes…
The fractures of a fallen bridge
Sharp mind-aches control his day The sway of a woman is to blame Her memory hugs his hand infiltrates his amnesia Dry skin absorbs that memory (like a sponge in the touch of water) until it reaches his broken limb Those eyes sink in the…
It’s our anniversary
It’s our anniversary I’m all dressed up in black and white. I’m all dressed up, longing to hold you … though I know you are far. I covered my face. Life won’t see soft tears sliding down my skin. Not today. I sit at the table that witnessed…
Grabbed by the roller coaster
How do you price a roller coaster ride? By its spontaneity or by its resistance? There was music before the free ride into memories into confusion speed and doubt There was a smile too perhaps How do you price a smile? By its size, duration or its inherent pain? There…