City speaksRainbowed dialectsDiverse seasoningsenliven subways Crowed streetsunfurl ManhattanTourists and localsOrder slices Stirred surprisesCause rainsun, snowCalendared outfits Historic cheersblue, orangegreen, black rise, fall Graffitied wallsof fingerprintsunify homesdespite differences By Amaury Genao
Author: The Eclogues
EP: TO Julia De Burgos by Julia de Burgos
Already the people murmur that I am your enemybecause they say that in verse I give the world your me. They lie, Julia de Burgos. They lie, Julia de Burgos.Who rises in my verses is not your voice. It is my voicebecause you are the dressing and the essence is me;and the most profound abyss … Continue reading EP: TO Julia De Burgos by Julia de Burgos
RP: A Long Walk
This unpaved road has never been clearNo signs ever emanated from the gravelGrass gone, muted dried trees finally bowing Even Huitzilopochtli silenced hummingbirdsValley's drew me northeast then southwest Evaporated water kept a mouth barrenclumsily dissipating aspirations of arrivingShadows of people floated by adobe walls Glares of grass capped mountains gone asphotophobic eyes are alarmed by … Continue reading RP: A Long Walk
RP: Clouds Going Steady
If I had to guess …the clouds over Manhattanand the Hudson Riverare definitely dating I see them sending warm droplet winksStaring into each otherSecretly holding hands They seem very happyAirplane rippled smilescurling from rise to setWhite foam teeth showing Above my fading headthey twirl, they clumpDance to an orchestra ofswirling leaves and pinwheels I would … Continue reading RP: Clouds Going Steady
EP: Oracle of the Povo by Dambudzo Marechera
Her vision’s scrubland Of out-of-work heroes Who yesterday a country won And today poverty tasted And some to the hills hurried their thirst And others to arson and blasphemy Waving down tourists and buses Unleashing havoc no tongue can tell – Her vision’s Droughtstricken acres Of lean harried squatters And fat pompous armed overlords Touching … Continue reading EP: Oracle of the Povo by Dambudzo Marechera
CC: Shakespeare’s Sonnets
If I could write a love poem
Capturing sweet aroused metaphors, pouring red wine syllablesthat create dim bedroom phrases and dark chocolate stanzas Words that make tongues roll as eyes plunge and swim incrisp lakes of warmth, forcing lids to gasp for perfumed air Verses which weaken knees, start dancing fires in your chestsmoking your mind while plump apple lips drop on … Continue reading If I could write a love poem
EP: The Revolution Will Not be televised by Gil Scott
Grace Never Showed
Song said the sound was sweetbut it went down like tamarind We haven't been savedwe're lost in plain sightSunday’s hymn isn't meStepfather taught us fearGrace never materializedTen unrelieved years passed She's just an old rumorI am here, but there'sno safety and no escortjust a wilted, rotted faithWere homeless wretches, whose snared flesh did fail So … Continue reading Grace Never Showed
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