Ariel Riveros Pavez

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  • κολυμβῶ

    κολυμβῶ – dive/swim/float Head dunked in black water  read with white phosphorous  making fictions of the far rim sentences lulled to lengths of conceit skull-dragged by an inebriated circus of fish. Only bubbles ring out noise, pinging like morse code… Continue reading

  • Stereotypical Saccharines

    Stereotypical Saccharines Cliches have a kernel of truth to them. Then there’s the remaining 99% of the corn. i my young green sugar cane views the reeded world reading outside my breadth, its shaky breeze acre bends, dances and wilts.… Continue reading

  • MUDSLIDES IN THE AGE OF THE PURITAN – by CD Barron

    MUDSLIDES IN THE AGE OF THE PURITAN ‘My brow is damp likes stars in April. The rain falls so lightly that I am no longer flushed. Winter’s fire flickers as it sweeps through the desert, myself too tired to follow.’… Continue reading

  • Estuarine (a cento)

    The thinning out of conscious  pilgrims passing by me in the adjacent jungle,  there are plentiful of pine trees And thefts from satellites and rings  spinning endlessly at night, the folk who live in  the waves call out to me… Continue reading

  • Early Morning Downpour in Marrickville – redux

    Bedrooms dull with cloudand rumble dawnsmaking masked entrances. Lightning stammers.The usual loops miniscule banished in brim of burst to lay quiddities of gutter inlets scoringthe pavement cursive in downpourson equalled sheets of rain refrain. High above choirs the shell-propulsion  of… Continue reading

  • 3 x 1 silly sentence poems

    A LINE OF CODE My day is not complete unless someone on the interwebz thinks I’m a bastard. ISOLATION Reports are just in that the Donald Trump gene has been identified. AN INCIPIT “OK that’s enough of that shit.” –… Continue reading

  • This is not to say

    I’ve just snorted a line of codethat was inthe ice deal and which you were probablyravingby breakfast Fuck meyou are deliciousso sweetand cold. Continue reading

  • Other Voices II

    Words whisper from  a stomach to  night tha t is on ly nigh t now dar k the Omphalos pages  with bells as one w ay trains do two  rails, sleepers It reach the  last st op. Ahead is a… Continue reading

  • The Felicity-Complexity Nexus

    Classically ueber-understated how howl the owl, a flesh pressed turns round red. These are examples. No insipid incipit. Pay less time to words for other writers. They’re too busy exactly like you are. Even less words than that for philosophers.… Continue reading

  • Hapax

    Inside round time bunched points toa little recall spoken the egg turnaround orbit wobblefrom apsis to disappearance once mentioned a call from hollow backyards tending dear salutations. A good morning bad from streets stranger smile a nod and it’s tops… Continue reading