Tag Archives: Urban Sonnets

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I want to live a timeless existence. This life of time will kill my sense of self. If not my my mind will mutilate itself: suicide of a heart shorn of patience. I’m serious. I’ve lost my sense of sense … Continue reading

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The desire to run has re-entered my body; should I also be surprised that words have come back whole and mobilized from foreign thoughts, fluid and de-centered? I long for novel thoughts that flow un-mentored by past experience, destabilized by … Continue reading

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If the taxista, Don Jesús, was right, our planet simply recycles itself as we perish, congealed in amber bright island sun and time slide off the clouded shelf. Timeshares for me? I’m just chillin’, hermano, I just want to kick … Continue reading

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I must ask myself, who are my people, by whom do I define this life’s journey, on the mezzo cammin’ up the steep hill, who must climb with me, who should concern me? Is tribe defined by family connection or … Continue reading

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The best is when the air is tremulous with the humidity of bubbling broth while exotic vocals gurgle and froth over the beat making time emulous of space, which can saturate our senses and make time appear redoubled, sacred and … Continue reading

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Throwing off my skin for selves I quickly hate, I have shunned all compromise and commitment and all good fellowship, my life is time spent in fugue from blessed time, I write around my fate. In a new port I … Continue reading

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I’m too sleepy to write, but let’s plunge in to this artichoke heart lines, lime rhymes, and vinaigrette verse stirred with a truncheon that I took from the Law due to my crimes. I don’t know what is happening in … Continue reading

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My students make it rain with Uno cards, a creative solution for the lack of ones in a community “Spanish,” “black,” where broken windows become broken shards. What exactly does that mean? I don’t know except that rupture begets more … Continue reading

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Bureaucracy has forced me into shame: sign this, print that, do not forget, submit by hand, by mail, by god, by law, by writ: I give up, I give in, I withdraw my formal name from consideration of acceptance. Let … Continue reading

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When all the old rhymes cease to move and the heartbeat’s leathery bark chokes the mind from much-needed spark, what is left for the soul to prove? When humid downpours saturate brown silted streets, drowning pollen and dreams, while my … Continue reading

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