So pleased three poems of mine, I stayed with you when it was dark, Mirador & Inkblot found a home in a Canadian venue. Many thanks to Roxana Nastase, editor in chief of Scarlet Leaf Review for including my poems in their latest issue (March 15, 2016).
I stayed with you when it was dark
I left you dead at dawn with no sea around inside an empty rental room where paper flowers crouching before the matter of sky through the shattered window pane with no darkness to become one flesh with you.
I can now look afar off your dead hands which are not beyond the scope of a poem.
Bouncing over my blue you rolled over like a damn boat as I kept watching you standing in the silence that claimed the night of your skin, the salt of your whispers and sighs, the roses of hope that’d colored my gaze on your smoky skull. Brittle and alone across the page, I look for you in the recesses of my dreams.
That dance was meant to be our last waltz, Soledad, where did you go?
i had known it from the start
and turned away
i tried to touch her
the membrane felt
bounced and rolled over
like a damn boat
a hundred years
now to stretch away from each other
we imagined scars
where had been living
the extreme rust
thereafter came the leftover poems
and i got up only to walk up to
monnet’s poppy field
against the wall
and i bent down to
thinking of her words
gone in blood
the flowers bled to let loose
in the meaning
i tucked my dreams and dreads in her chest again
so quick she too opened her ribs
that kept ticking
all our corpses are swimming back up
and the clock
filled the room
a hundred years
the inkblot now made some sense