Construxion Humana
Mexico City is a floating metropolis. Formally known as Tenochtitlán, the city was constructed on lakes and rivers. Cement transposed over years, seamless. There is a particular human tendency to [More…]
Ailment
Who among us hasn’t looked up at dawn
alarmed, wondered what it would be like
to be someone very ill and the vigilant song
signalling the end of darkness, beginning of light?
Mestizo Skies
I think of my old man
who hated the sea
too great and too mighty
impossible to tame
Coming Home After a Tsunami
Some days I wake up inside a whirlpool
of boats and houses and trees and dogs and people,
and my missing sister is there too:
spinning, spinning, her small mouth open
and fish are popping out of her.
Yes, my sister is a home for fish.
Who would have thought.
LET’S VISIT NEW ORLEANS
He built a ticky-tacky shack on the market place
and charged 5 bucks for cat-telling fortunes
a trumpet playing strumpet reached into her bag
a bulldog jumped out and started a World War 3
When Satchmo’s ghost refused enlistment 3 its later
all cats on Earth — telepathically warned by Bill’s mouser —
wary of vampire dogs, wolf man jazz, flying fish,
chicken feet and Dixie minstrels in a trombone parade
T(ri).O.
Barcelona 1966: Working Women
In the Barrio Gotico, Tony, lately jilted by his American girl friend, groaned after tapas and too much peseta-a-glass wine, “I need a woman.” So we, a couple with sex guaranteed, followed him here, to what is known as the Barrio Chino, to the notorious Calle Robador to support his search for a paid partner. Robador is narrow, and from the balconies above, laundry banners it, signalling with sheets, shirts, and children’s clothes that families live here too, that women do laundry here, keep house here.