Ariel Riveros Pavez

ship

  • Erotic Stream #2

    “I can’t speak for two…wish I could all soft and no sharp edges…well your wit is sharp and to that I may tremble in my shoes but your bed and embrace is as if a ship and it gives and… Continue reading

  • pre-poem

    Out of a smile inside local disappearings the cats waves through thicket to see shanty slum pouring crude March birds nest after a summer of south now working through winter, huddling klatsch and carmencita boiling, end of sleep then whimper… Continue reading