Ariel Riveros Pavez

Ariel Riveros-Pavez

  • Tesserae

    (for the mosaic at Zeugma) Sprawl-faced on an open floor holding flowers and animal saints the patina of ages arranged for shape and populace formed to signify apace forged breath by arch and space staged door in tower paints piecemeal… Continue reading

  • Serpentine

    Sidewinder traila vapor for viperstracedownwards in dunes and through nestsrubbedand sprung-coiledsoothed skin heat for mattedcold bloodvenenefor desert pathways tracking neural networkslike thoughtsand autonomyunder sun. Continue reading

  • Torus Knot

    A slipped pattern patois of looped rustlers ripped rug from under a slim geometry kept underneath fair weather and sole ghosts of seconds and minutes psyche to voice well tangled to a torch segmented stitch perls and subsets keep fast… Continue reading

  • 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