Friday, June 7, 2013

First Selection, Second Quarter, 2013

Muralla interna

De nuevo grillos
 Y silencio
 De nuevo esta muralla
 De luciérnagas internas
 Aquí estoy yo
 En paz
 Y no quiero ser libre
 De esta celda
 De límites serenos
 Esta soy

--Lilyán de la Vega

Wall Within

Again crickets
and silence
Again this wall
of fireflies within
Here I am
at peace
And I don’t want to be free
of this cell
of these serene limits
this I am

--Lilyán de la Vega, trans. Deanna Hopper

2nd Selection, Second Quarter, 2013


It’s only a moment.

The struggle to breathe

thankfully ceases. The vet

folds a blanket over the now still,

flat body. It’s a red velour blanket.

He leaves her face uncovered. We stroke her hair and weep.

It’s a simple thing.

The soul of an animal, if any.

A small warmth touches me.

It is like a fragrance,

Like a soap bubble has burst; I feel its condensation, released to the air.

It is all around me.

It is centered on my heart.

It is warm.

Gradually it disperses.

--Deanna Hopper

3rd & 4th Selections

Child of January

child of January 
you watch as centuries
rise through the dust motes
you sit by the fireplace
lost in the aphasia
of afternoon light
silent and waiting

ashes on the winter hearth
you sleepwalk at night
a draft in the halls
of this farmhouse
a little girl who
rattles at door latches
restless and searching

--Wulf Losee

So many faces looking back from the mirror
I wish they would all just go away
I need to get paid
For real

--Larissa Dahroug

Fifth Selection, Second Quarter, 2013

Dreams of Falling

the philosopher kings shuffle their tarot decks
you are pushed from The Tower
flaming shards accompany you down

of the twenty-one sleepers in the prison ward
the eighth has died – we smuggle you in
subvert their dreaming with your own

the Library of Alexandria
was destroyed today by a cruise missile
parchment cinders float on the bay

a messenger disguised as night
had left a shredded dispatch at your pillow-side
the wheel is turning once again

priests invoke the blessings of the oligarchs
from a pool of bloody sacraments
a tidal wave is rising

clerks of State and accountants
shuffle their paperwork – every suspect needs a file
light the spark

you shout to us across an impossible distance
a click of static from Alpha Centauri
lightyears away you are still accelerating

at such velocities the mass of visions
is a burden you can no longer hold
release them
                           you slam awake and scream

--Wulf Losee