Ariel Riveros
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Flash Fiction: Rioting and Subsequent Looting
<!– @page { margin: 2cm } P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } –> I dream about what’s happening to me. I dream my immediacy. I dream that I’m asleep and my muscles rest but my head sweats. It happens on and… Continue reading
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Flash Fiction: Pavlovi
Ivan Pavlov and Anna Pavlova were brother and sister. In winter they would go ice skating in the public rink. In the whitest Mitteleurop frost Anna would double axle gracefully. Ivan was there to catch her and skated at great… Continue reading
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Poem: Loved
Someone else’s immunity and animal ravages after the spittle settles And for pragmatism I hope the blood scent tickle remains for the drunk pack euphoric with lips to crisp line glass pursed to wine the detail of label class and… Continue reading
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Municipality of Ashfield Derive 4/11/15
My affinities with certain artists and poets – this also means especially a wren with butterflies as lotus, and her notebook… i’ve walked the continuity of parks repeatedly, finding food, rings, playing cards on the street i also found the… Continue reading
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First – a prose poem
For ab The one. The only one. I’ve read happiness and the truth about pain in glossy magazines. Who.? Who is first? Who’s the one? We look back to our loves like books. “In this catalogue, you were the beautiful… Continue reading
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Aeaea
isling an aisle islet of hands trace of veins ink copied post circle aiaia throw song patch up rain sweep dry the street it cometh in sheets weep right blanket of snow willow of sleet sleeping pillow plotline of neck… Continue reading
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Work on Air
the sky is firmfor sole of feetsolid is thickened ozonelike soil as shield beneathfor sole of feet someone flies methis time like a kitethis time someonethis time not me play timeme firmamelle-amentemevisual transplantaudial orbitplastic haptic melancholaliaphasis a river appears staticappears… Continue reading
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Paralleleia
somewhere in the ebb-flow of our own two gazes years ago i gazed deeply for seconds into your eyes you, i think, erupted in a storm of joy and I left, shrouded in a robe of butterflies Continue reading
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Two Poems by Gabriela Mistral translated by Ariel Riveros Pavez
Verses Everything builds up in my mouththe persistent taste of tears:the daily feasts, songsand even prayer. I have no other service,after the silence of loving you,this hard service of tears,that you left. Eyes shutwith hot tears!Everything turns to prayerfrom my… Continue reading