poems
SOHO
A GIFT
Mermelada agridulce
Grand Dessein 2
2022 #1, Folio 1
BELLY CONTEST
I LIKE AUTUMN FOR NO REASON AT ALL
The Beginning is Feminine: renewal
A MEDITATION IN MAINE, after Allen Ginsberg, “Berenice Abbott, May 14, 1985”
YOU MUST GUARD THE DOORWAY OF YOUR EMPTY CHAPEL
VenusDance of {RESONANCE}
Open Edition
2022 #1, Folio 2
Mark of Help
Alpha
VOICE GEMS ASTROPOETICON (DESTINATION IN UNCERTAINTY)
YOU MUST VISIT HELL TO SEEK THE MASONS OF YOUR FATE
Ardea Alba Egreta
MOTHER LOVE
YOU MUST KILL A VIPER, IF IT HAS DEFILED YOUR ORCHARD
The Beginning is Feminine: invisible
THINGS THAT HAPPEN THAT DON’T HAPPEN TO OTHER PEOPLE
Future Mythologies: Cy
Dog ear composition. no 5
Subversión
YOU SPEND YOUR TURN (TO OTHER THINGS)
LOOK AT THIS MOMENT
Future Mythologies: Odys
The Beginning is Feminine: water
A CONTRARY DESIRE
POÈME OBJKT/POÈME SBJKT–Exhibition Catalogue
Poetry Is My Playground
The Beginning is Feminine: womanhood
The Beginning is Feminine: alive
CHARTREUSE
1-0
the rivers lose their way, and so does our tongue that cannot tell of our deaths.
The Engine of Laputa
The Beginning is Feminine: spark
THE RECIPE
SOHO ~ Choose Beauty
Future Mythologies: Penny
INDEPENDENCE DAY (HOSPICE)
GRAMMAR
POEM FOR PEOPLE WHO SAY THEY DON’T PRAY
Matrix/Ground
MARIO
Leitmotif, Nihilist, Epitome
A VILLANELLE OF COINCIDENCE
HIJA, UNA HERENCIA
above the hill a comet
la rueda se ha deteni
Part-view onlooker
2022 #1
Omega
THE ESCAPE, after Allen Ginsberg, “Heroic Portrait of Jack Kerouac on Fire Escape, New York, 1953”
The Beginning is Feminine: of gods
YOU MUST FIRST BREAK A MOUNTAIN TO BECOME A GOD
hektor
enough
MAINLAND
La Máquina
Future Mythologies: Arachne
IN A NOVEL WE WANT VERISIMILITUDE
TREGUA
TEXT IN TIME
THE ALCHEMIST
YOU MUST LAUD YOUR DEATH IN A SYMPHONY OF SILVER
without our presence, the soil breaks down,
Los Dígitos: la nueva carne
dry clean it
Planted Poems I
Grand Dessein 5
METROPOLITAN WHISPERS, after Allen Ginsberg, “William S Burroughs, Metropolitan Museum of Art, NYC, 1953”
Future Mythologies: Icarus
2022 #1, Folio 3
CENTURY SICKNESS
The Beginning is Feminine: future
BALLAD OF THE ROOFTOP ANGEL, after Allen Ginsberg, “Alene Lee, immortalized as Mardou Fox in Kerouac’s Subterraneans, rooftop near Tompkins Park & Paradise Alley, 1953”
YOU MUST AIM YOUR BOW SKYWARD TO PROD THE STARS
Bibliomechanics
I, Sinkhole
Predelle (here) #2
Future Mythologies: Artemis
WITHIN THE ZINFANDEL
LUCKY
Future Mythologies: Medusa
PIQUE-NIQUE POÈME
well, be comforted; we are saying this to you:
Future Mythologies: Ariadne
EL CRUCIGRAMA
Anticipatory
we are the trees on the slopes of vesuvius
AS THE HISTORY TEACHER LECTURES ON WORLD WAR I
The Beginning is Feminine: revelation
and the rocks and the hillsides fall apart.
Howling
Predelle (poem) #8
EDEN Stories
(Vérité nécessaire), (Discours abstrait), (Addition et sa représentation)
Unreleased
SHARED REFLECTIONS: A SNAPSHOT, after Allen Ginsberg, “Calcutta Self-Portrait with Peter Orlovsky, 1962”
WHEN WE RETURN TO THE PLACE OF BEGINNINGS
VISIONARY
Sorting yarn
Un poema que no termina nunca
Word Caresser + Your Touch / My Tongue
YOU MUST ROLL THE DICE TO GAMBLE AWAY YOUR REALM
Surface Tension
bewildered with stars
Clemencia
The House of Dust
CHAISE
The Wish
The Beginning is Feminine: wilderness
ABSTRACTION
Future Mythologies: Anthology
Consejo A La Hija Que Nunca Tendré
¿CÓMO HACER UNA REVOLUCIÓN SIN UN CARRO?
Future Mythologies: Achilles
Grand Dessein 3
ang pangalan mo ay Bughaw
Future Mythologies: Hektor
Filling Monospaces
Poetic Book Structures
YOU MUST LET YOURSELF BE SMITTEN BY YOUR BITTERNESS
I LOVE YOU TO THE DEATH OF ME
ANOTHER SUMMER OF LOVE
El mal concreto
in marble of a girl
expressioNism
Future Mythologies: Pandora
Domingo 13
YOU MUST PLUCK, LIKE LOVE, A VIOLET FLOWER OF FLAME
you are not what you used to be any more.
WHAT IS A PAINTING?
FUNERAL HAIKU
BOOK SONG, after Allen Ginsberg, “Amiri Baraka and others, Small Press Book Fair, December 2, 1990”
Metareality
Artificial Intelligence
COMPOSITION AS PATTERN
LIKE A MAHARAJAH
Canción del Optimista
All My Pretty Follies
you are dying too.
we think it is because you can’t bear to see us rotting away into nothingness.
we are the trees on a new planet, the day after the last human left for the stars
SONG TO A CHAIR
24 Stocks Poem
W-A-R Zone
Grand Dessein 4
Fácil
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