poem20artgallery

“...she is always dreaming amongst the dead, next to dead bodies lying side by side...” A haunting exploration of decay, lingering souls, and accepting one's place among the departed.

“Your face, your veiled face, passed by my life just like all the faces that course in that fraudulent river...” A poignant meditation on elusiveness, lost moments, and mirrored identity.

“The moon is dreaming, the moon is dreaming him...” A haunting meditation on twilight, shifting reality, and the silent theft of a loved one into the shadows.

“Many years ago, you disappeared one day from the pages of this book...” A reflective exploration of searching, language, and the painful realization of impermanence.

“What is that scarlet moon looking at? Down below the vast sprawl, the accursed streets of my neighborhood...” A raw, rhythmic journey through urban memory, Mexican music, and longing under the gaze of a scarlet moon.

“…the shadows approached with knives in hand… now she was leading the pack, she was coming for me, knife in hand, in silence, relentlessly.” Uncover a gripping poetic descent into betrayal, fate, and sacrificial love.

“What am I? Do I think, therefore I am? In reality, my thinking never got me close to my inner-real…” Dive into a sharp, meta-textual critique of identity, deception, and the final power of the Spectacle.

“…the constant, pervasive dread, the expansive revving of sewing machines, the dreams, the fantastical musings but who will wear such glamour in the end?” Discover a devastating poetic portrait of labor, memory, and sudden exile.

“…another vision, another illusion in which an injected moon descended toward me… carried me aloft to meld at intervals with its blood…” Experience a haunting poetic descent through cosmic visions and urban isolation.

“…where the specter of a silvery-scarlet moon overwhelms the heavens… I sit here waiting for the phone call– that never came.” Explore a raw poetic meditation on night skies, distance, and the fragile hope of shared intimacy.

“Somebody was just repeated by that mirror, the one in the back of Diego Velázquez’s studio…” Dive into a haunting poetic meditation on how art captures, transfigures, and holds humanity across time.

“…all my life I have been negotiating through countless language games, intricate formulas… perversely attempting to get to your inner-real…” Dive into a provocative reflection on intellect, longing, and what truly remains after everything else falls away.