Tag: literature

• April 16, 2020

  Original World

  OUR ANIMALSdance with usdance to the invaders musicpara burlarse de sus notas y ritmos[to make fun of their notes and rhythms]We hear their musicand our hearts and mouths destroy their harmonieswith the windwith the waterwith the soil and her dusty laughterYou may never understandour pitcheshow we squeal the songsstrike our bones to start the fireshow…
• May 1, 2014

  arnoldo garcía: i am a ghost

    There are days when i believe i am a ghost haunting stairwells and abandoned migrant camps sleeping with Billie Holiday and getting drunk with drunk Indians  Being pulled into seance sessions with bolshevik clouds Having to possess her body to become real Ghosts do not cry. Ghosts do not die. Ghosts have unfinished revolutions. I cry so…
• April 29, 2014

  arnoldo garcía: relationships

    I am related to you by tenderness, not trauma.I am connected to you by a woman, not fists.I am related to you by the longest, deepest embrace; not the jackal that wears a doctor’s smock.I am veins, lungs, skeleton, mud, moon, cenote, maize, besos on your lips, inhaling the DNA of your wounds. Silence…
• April 8, 2014

  arnoldogarcía: Electrocutions | day six poetry month

  i ama misfita misspella mistakea misunderstandinga mistriala misprinta missilea missiona missivea misfirea mista mistreatmenta misbegottena misfortunate sona misnaminga miscreantwith a mississippi deep wound…