Ariel Riveros Pavez

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  • Erotic Stream #6

    If you ever find you’ve spilt sugar on your lap, tell me swim through flowers and birds…to hook me your many low thrums and swishes…shake and grab me…elfie girl with your rum infused sponge cake sex give me your sweating… Continue reading

  • Like Water for Chocolate or Magical Realism for Stale Bread

    My life goes back generations through saliva and viruses, and bedbound fevers, rages and disappointments. As Diogenes clanking his lamp sayeth – it’s so cool for the rest of the world to admire me except my friends. It’s cool that… Continue reading

  • Ode to ESP Gallery (2011)

    Careful, they keep ears to the ground Open, to community artists Loving, generosity in many ways Orgiastic, senses intrigued -artfoodconversation- Utopian, the finite washing machine is the abstract wishing machine Real, Putting body and soul, intelligence, embraced by garden. Continue reading

  • Autofragments 2011-2013

    The gatherer’s intent to capture the rapture let’s the artful dodgers run to death to fall in st matthews cave – heart is the head. the crown is flippant sexual rain – Laughing heart rain ghost king, horse king for… Continue reading

  • An Onset of Speed (1/6/2013)

    Acceleration is unavoidable we are many animals and we sense prey or danger if we are sustained or live the synastry of the surrendered will return til then, let us scowl and draw fearfrom those at our mawand have no… Continue reading

  • How to catch someone stealing food (written 23/12/2012)

    First, go to the shopthen find someone wearing a long coat with deep pockets. Survey them from a safe distance.Then you’ll see them stuff their pockets and go for the most expensive food because if they get caught they might… Continue reading

  • On Cocaine (written 28/12/2011)

    She’s the best looking woman at the barshe don’t lie but you can’t believe hersure, i can tell her she’s gorgeous – and every time  she walks past i can say, ‘you’re looking better  every time i see you’ and… Continue reading

  • On the Death of Arthur Beetson (written 5/12/2011)

    .. until the horse is on fire in far from quenching, will it run spittle mad pass the border to hopefully, sweet water. and i’m just flicking stones on the pore’s silver service for all who have never lived by… Continue reading

  • Road (05/12/2011)

    journeys on roads, journeys inroad – the wide open road is the outdoors here. tourists dig it. you stay indoors, and any creativity is gay coz your slut-strut suburban street said so. so you get smashed and a generation, an… Continue reading

  • Snowball

    I am the blue shirt stripe collar’s sweaters captaincy abdicationshipwreckedhopelessnesspredeterminesdisembarkationritualisticallyintercontinentalstraightforwardlyselfunderstandingincomprehensibilityuncharacteristicallyOK. Continue reading