Ariel Riveros Pavez

Ariel Riveros Pavez

  • A Ruptured Home

    That order is truth is no flicked lumiere the pleasures and vision of those clothed in night and cleft to chaos harried by the irregular but no grip too fast in duration that I cannot undonn my hat where inside… Continue reading

  • Shellform

    Spiralling to the infinity of a hermit living inside you home for aqueome little thumbling by shore pod for crustacean exemplary exploration and I  take you to my ear rush of sea like  a phone call from a static who… Continue reading

  • Watersong

    Take me throughyour language of flows ripple me throughto echo the knowledge toyour surfaces and depths singschoiring body stringless to a murmurcrash a breaker to your drumin the form of river brook lake or pond.Long lived recitative of ocean seaaquifer… Continue reading

  • I walk through my body

    I walk through my bodyfirst the finite heartbeats per minuterushing red bloodpump by twitchI watch it in awe like a great dam Second the stomachpart filled and colonssitting squashed together Then my legs big springboards and my feet that are… Continue reading

  • Half a sentence poem

    a crooked beam of light in the river shallows Continue reading

  • At home (summer)

    The wind invites itself inand hugs me for an augenblickreturning after a day’sroving over the mesa The lights are on and it’s night and I am homethe flatmate has flipped onsome motown flapjacks sweet enough for the musical programbefore bed… Continue reading

  • Good Night poem

    Let the anchors aweighfrom the day’s mechanicslet remedy come from angelsand the hook line and sinkercast as spell by Morpheuslet snakes of sleep arriveby blackened heat of night. Continue reading

  • A strike of birds – metapoetry

    I walked with a friend today who made note about noisy birds – she used the hackneyed term “cacophony” of birds. Some poets love simple commonalities, some economy, and some baroque rarity. I like simplicities but something where a device… Continue reading

  • A draft prelude to Poetry After Extinction.

    A bit of ambition though I do not know if I am up to it: creating a series of works under the rubric of “poetry after extinction”. Much like a time capsule that looks back to the populated earth and… Continue reading

  • Letter

    I welcome you from the scorn of seas from barracks and shacks from not enough and ill health I feel in this letter it must have an introduction to myself – minor writer of Chilean heritage to this country This… Continue reading