Ariel Riveros Pavez

Ariel Riveros-Pavez

  • Atwith

    Laughing at my throat wholeheartedly Jesting with my oesophageal tract on the trail through the thoracic park That feels wound up in wound My stomach talks to itself, the nerves wile their time, all churn around the clock, join me… Continue reading

  • A/V evergreen periodic depression

    Sad historical millennial whoop scheme earworm whose bespoke visual adjunct is Seven network lifestylist soap operas to describe a section of blue scale i don’t know the pantone number of yet, to align with periodic moribund mood borne of a… Continue reading

  • I Reify a Small Pleonasm

    I’m feeling down andI want to get out and amongst it. Without the usual mindingI flee the unit door to elevatordoor and descend down toinevitable ground level And out I am. From the feels todescendingto thinking I’ve fallen: the ideawith… Continue reading

  • Impromptu 222

    I can relate the sensation but they’re transient and are better and more accurately portrayed as art or text. They’re not repressed and if I forget these crystals they are sunk costs let go, their value may gnaw in dream… Continue reading

  • Neural Weather Pattern

    Today’s self-regulation and insight: insight. I prefer the word awareness. I’ve economised my holistic health regime. Like ditching the b complex vitamin to standalone b12 to doing my home gym workout and physiotherapy all in the morning. I still get… Continue reading

  • Idle Idol Idyll

    No tempus fugitMy twin, now lost astronaut. Wrench back the sunTo 11am tempted fixed Or ply the earth forexactly the same outcome for every broken clockto always ring true Continue reading

  • Whistful Gambler Memoir

    I used to be a compulsive gambler on poker machines.  I stopped using them in 2007. Stopping was the first priority and only now do I realise the likely reasons I got hooked  I had problems with being on my… Continue reading

  • Uchromia | bloc 3

    Opening the door to this site there are no visible walls and the polished parquetry gleams. Its surface warps up in obvious smooth curve. My steps slope down for no foothold. I still hear the street motors and mouths outside.… Continue reading

  • Hallmark Card Philosophy #A

    If you live each day as if it’s your last then they’re all the same. In a double sense, there is no future or forward planning. You have immanentised the eschaton or death is nipping at your heels. I personally… Continue reading

  • Flash non fiction: Pictures or It Didn't Happen

    I’m running late as per usual for officiated things. I’m doing an incremental move of house and I just did my heavy stuff so I slept at the new place last night for the first time. There were no device… Continue reading