Ariel Riveros Pavez

Australian poetry

  • ℂ∞! ℍ∅∃!

    As beforeI’m in the is-ness businessIs always givesEven when it slursAnd slanders Is is a landThat existsCarved byMoving gerrymandersIt, that is, isIs an itIsn’t it? Is is no objectBut if is isThenIs gives isAn object that gives Itself and if… Continue reading

  • Time in Triage RPAH 14/8/15

    It isn’t the first time We all wait as the clock ticks away I’m here with heart at 130 bpm Dusty sweat The commonality of heaves Sighs tears blankets Her in the red parka We think she miscarried My friend… Continue reading

  • A Poet Knows When

    Right up against me before sleep after waking I carry carcass it taps me on the shoulder I lug it from room to room it tells me the Vedic line the when I will join carcass earth when the meteorite… 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