Ariel Riveros Pavez

Australian poetry

  • fubble

    be yourselfsaid i as you look,i am the type of person who says be yourself.that’s me! said i as you Continue reading

  • bel canto

    the croaking stopped for a moment the rococo mirror required no glance. and in my room my phone rings your image comes up and I’m speaking to your photo as well as you. and I heard the bell ring again… Continue reading

  • Cosmome

    [cosmos as experienced dome and mortal metronome] It happened again. No pose of reverie. The return of the dead and the return of exterminant cosmos I metabolised the night without a year’s creep of horror. Last night I meditated on… Continue reading

  • Track

    We all go to happy schooland keep clean clothes our work keeps the dissonant demonsawayDevout Christian don’t do good jazz Devotional Buddhist don’t fuck around much with anything there is no Round Midnightno journey to the end except to pauseand… Continue reading

  • Biographite

    So many points on a tesselate graph that each bud layers rings of Saturn in the phosphene of your closed eyes that you hail in revisitation when you sleep in all those forgotten dreams that we say aren’t dreams because… Continue reading

  • Flowers

    Yellow flowers for fever and jaundicefor wounds in flushwhite flowers for unambiguity – joybeauty as bouquet or herbal remedya simple combination and on the day they last foreverjust as thought-they-would when some mental contrivancesearched for flowers to foist as palliative… Continue reading

  • Wintrous

    Long joy insnowed streetssheets of Romancedrecounts binaural decadesand footlightsof operatic nightsready for anaesthesis. Thus my preference for Thursdaysand insistence on one thingwherever it is the rest of unfinishedorbits and courtroompolishes assembling leave paths and likebirds, swoop at times.My arms move… Continue reading

  • Table

    Wooden scalewhere to playwith fingers fundamentand keyboardof black pens and white paperMichael as brutchop the belly pile books and glasseson tranquil parks in forestsfilled with the flat the movements of dayssculpture of hoursthe previously placed things unaccessible by a digthe… Continue reading

  • Start and End

    We died in the same eras “there, there you are submergedsoil suffused spinning with loveand semen, mist disperseddissipated by clarity. Dead journalby diurnal journeys of illocalcirculations, the spheres, imperfect spheres.” pointed out perfectly from the reincarnation of our perceptions “it… Continue reading

  • Anthropos Por Medio Dia – Forearm

    Palmaris Longus – the repetition of a spontaneous memory lasting around a minute per cycle, which is long for a spontaneous memory. Flexor Carpi Radialis – conversations out of earshots on the diurnal side of the world Lubrical – the… Continue reading