Ariel Riveros Pavez

Ariel Riveros-Pavez

  • Absence

    When you were born arriving like an arrow amongst arrows many organisms, geological ages, cities, books and ideas passed and now live on planets of prior Earths. A butterfly lives in a room for centuries. The shock felt by running… Continue reading

  • Guesthouse

    Taking parts of the riverlocked in a suitcaseto enjoy and studyand see if the voices re-emerge fromthe ausland of negativitybusy with lettersenvelopes the internal compartments ofthis suitcase of coordinatesof catcradle betweenthe floors of my hotel the mezzanine threading throughappearing from… Continue reading

  • Clothes on the Floor

    We were in close chambers for a year had stepped across each others thresholds. We brought lifelong obscura, our sour drops of stories that together stirred made lakes in common you and the distrust of the utterance of love and… Continue reading

  • Half-bird Poem

    They are keepsakeswhichwhatever words. they’re kept for ideasthat became humanand wandered off. or other selves fallenfrom parapets like sick birds these whichway when-whatever wordsempty walnut shells floatingon leaf-littered stormwater that arrive in a thatcharch bundlebird poopedbird tired arrived at grey… Continue reading

  • Separate Ghost – flash fiction

    I spent nights watching walls. Car headlights slithering past, in a series like cards falling. The traffic continued. On full moons the moonlight would shine cylindrically on my face. I finally saw him one night walk into the living room… Continue reading

  • Mountain Garden

    In winter, heat first arrives as a vertical wish. Somewhere deep in a park inside the nowhere between night and morning shadows wave on barely audible ground and from behind a fence the smell of paraffin awakens the iron of… Continue reading

  • Slept Psychology

    Only when eyelids knock on each otherfor the purposes of entrydo they close and shut you in. Here is a pillow you can usefor a mattressto take advantage of rapid rapping onblack doors.I’m trying to rememberthe last time I rememberedhypnogogia… Continue reading

  • Acquisition

    The ground is rentedbut I own my bed,the expanse of waterbetween my lotof clothes on the floorand the days I’ve livedand measured out. These possessionsthat hold melap up.At times the levelof grasp and acquisitiondrowns me insymbolic roomsjuggling pink,yellow and bluedetergent… Continue reading

  • jape

    i’m invisibleyour eyes are covered we swap handover dogs and cats laughing Continue reading

  • Short story – Outcastings I

    dedicated to Shelley I don’t know how she dreams but the faces seem clear. Her room is inhabited by 19th century white cloth, brown furniture arriving decades later and sundial mossed over with the patina of cognition. There’s a small… Continue reading