Ariel Riveros Pavez

  • Universe as child at play

    Seed of laughter broadcast through time in the beginning, O laughter painted to the edges to end however as hot chuckle red silver disappearing coloratura kelvins’ temperatura fish on Friday weekend snores to thunder your part my happy Kid No-one Continue reading

  • Ode to Alan Jones

    A little drop of poison for the popular emetic Pavlov’s formula for radio trenchfoot in mouth bringing out the best bastard Bluster like a hot cyclone public speaker but in private the snobbery of owning your gardeners Property rights wrath… Continue reading

  • Illusium #1

    Go off  and find fogdog through mist acres self saluting the self is yet solution for sylph fury tipping point is tripping point loosen moorings away! fair ingrain blow kindred, full state the Sheba ring called for, toward us –… Continue reading

  • pre-poem

    Out of a smile inside local disappearings the cats waves through thicket to see shanty slum pouring crude March birds nest after a summer of south now working through winter, huddling klatsch and carmencita boiling, end of sleep then whimper… Continue reading

  • Poetic Republic

    In the city of poets the philosophers ran other’s joylessness twerps to the question of whether there’s a guy in the sky and if he is the Ideal Form of language poor Euthyphro piggy in the middle of the ziggurat… Continue reading

  • For CB

    Threshold of throat cracking the whip and dancing with Dante burning the devil’s seed fighting fire with fire keeping ground green by wordforce of conscience in a place of trance and trace distance for nothingas I become language and flame… Continue reading

  • Two Children's Poems

    Dedicated to Emma Wisser, artist, story teller, gamer and eight years old. Wi-fi fly Hi wi-fi fly, why do you fly so high? Why? asked wi-fi fly. Why do you ask why, wi-fi fly? Why do you ask why I… Continue reading

  • "It is enough…"

    It is enough for me to see you heavenly-type receiving your desserts going about in sombre clothes It is enough for me to think about you to not even be there to experience you touching a surface It is enough… Continue reading

  • The Equator

    MittelEurop’s long formulas are activism from desire books of snow and pain on the table Antipodean solutionsare smoother but deceptively don’t add up too much. Continue reading

  • Block

    No u-turn at Almost from there a noiseless giant poised over me it’s usually the case that I enclose this tree or it subsumes me but I am intent on stasis to see how tall he is what helmet he… Continue reading