Ariel Riveros Pavez
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City of 8 circles
I entered the city yesterday. It seems like another life in the outside walls. As I entered the first circle it seemed much like the outside world – nature, sunshine, small buildings – but I wanted to get to the… Continue reading
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An anniversaire of insomnia
Renter by night come to live with and disclose the lessons of habitation by shadow and of clear white moon. No pedagogue for 5am or the student romance of overdue caffeineand work no duty to work itselffor automata of graveyardshifts… Continue reading
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Sick Bed
The bed with it’s blanketsand it’s lazy stare of woolit’s pomposity of pillowsand chill of sheetand I am the old faring coal panblaze the dome that this bedhas becomemy brown hide sweatsand the follicles prickle outas if cactus were my… Continue reading
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On the Alphabet
How line, circle and curvecross the worldand bring our songto itby fish and hookcattle and grassesthe plain and the poolto catch a day’s passageto document a volume of night to signify mouth and cupfork and knifethe maw of a forest… Continue reading
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She Spat Pomegranate Seeds…
She spat pomegranate seeds on my lap and kissed me like a sweep of cushions and breakers grasped me with both arms and said ‘i’ll take you’ I followed up a hill and as the old poets say, we walked… Continue reading
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Taking a break at 'Willum
Listless soporific holidays up North,she, listless and unlistening,no embrace on arrival, no hug on departureand a spare roomher face like the land,a geology of talk over centuriesemitted as rumbleher voice like tectonic heatherquiet and frictive her body elven and her… Continue reading
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Ventriloquility
Another google first my icon for Ventriloquility – Marco Polo Ventriloquility n the state of displacedness upon the execution of the act of ventriloquism. Continue reading
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A Poetive Intervention
“The mind – it makes flowers.” – Paul Auster The mind is … a fecund flower a watering can a seed packet and happy downpour a gardenera bee a zephyrand an unceremonial pile of manure and the selfsame mind originally… Continue reading
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She Said No
and I wanted to know what you thought and I want you yes. Simply yes. yes, it’s true.. yes I know yes yes yes and yes I want you and still yes and whatever anyone in the world says including… Continue reading
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On Loss
It presses my soulsas snowfall in all winter’s dayand I am now opento sudden fallthrough puzzled ravinesfooting unknotted toearth, a day’s illnessfor a sun’s contagion it’s a gift for the common welch,to pass through salonswhere the suggestionof presence runs through… Continue reading
Ariel Riveros Pavez 