Anterior al bello
la mano de él,
colocho de ruido
rasando la alfombra
con el motor
pero sin destino
de tener llaves
para puertas oscuras
que abren al abierto,
abriéndose a tardes,
a noches, a cosmología;
ante la desnudez
del bosque, el eco
del animal que muere
bajo la eternidad
de una roca
Daba boca a la sal,
saber la sangre
hablar lo helado
Un elogio a la amargura
que ha brotado sopa
de fruta, azúcar amarrada
sobre el pelo, luz
derritiéndose sobre la piel
mientras la nubes
transitaban rubias y ciegas
que la dialéctica del viento
trae y se lleva
Esto es un pleno enamoramiento
con el suelo
que sostiene pero nunca
I’m very pleased to a have a short prose poem appearing in the latest issue of *82 Review.
You can read it here: http://www.star82review.com/8.1/saborio-monkeyhood.html
The house is now in order.
The voice in my head
suggests that I add a slice of avocado.
I follow diligently the suggestion
to leave the stones out of the foundation.
You can wreck it now,
bring back chaos: it is only a pet.
The description of what is,
without category or detail.
It is only a beetle stuck to your eye.
Whatever is achieved
should not always be remembered.
There are two types of masturbation,
related to time.
The closer you study a situation,
the more strenuous it is to establish a fact.
It has never rained so much in 150 years.
I used to think
despair was the only answer to life.
There is a great wave approaching us,
nobody can predict what kind of light it will bring.
I have never before struggled so much
to ignore harmony.
I think we will sell the piano
and start a new dream.
It is the essence of life to be occupied;
water is often involved.
The avocado falls to the floor;
tears swell up.
The kids arrive and the logos begins to tremble.
It is still raining outside,
since the beginning of the day.
I wipe off the first word
and then say: hungry?
The girls like the way
we have styled the living room.
This sentence evokes a sensation of existence.
People are picking up the news
with their bare hands.
I said I love you,
but concealed a parcel of shield as I blinked.
The heart has a necessity to explode,
regardless what surrounds,
what obscures it.
Happy to start the year with a poem published in the latest issue of Panoply.
Look for poem: Airness
(image: detail of 'your mystery exists')
I’m happy to announce I will be showcasing a solo exhibition – The Unknown is Shining – at Der Kaiser is tot- det frie galleri in Copenhagen.
| The exhibition will run from December 14th, 2019 to January 27th, 2020 |
Here’s a link to FB event: https://www.facebook.com/events/813938389067041/
Hope to see some of you that are based in or around Copenhagen.
Pleased to have a short poem published in the May/June 2019 edition of DecomP Magazine.
You can read it here: http://www.decompmagazine.com/betweenhallucinations.htm
Very pleased to have two poems “A Light to get Lost” and “Word as Object” published in the 12th edition of DASH.