Writing
2009
F.G. Lorca
In the dawn of the battlethe army was dead.No one has stopped. No one has stopped.
Atlas, tea, the mob.
Two years ago, sitting at my kitchen table and talking with a friend while sipping a…
Look
look there where they could not seewhere we are blindthe bait is not taken
Everyone is a terrorist or a hero! Isn’t it?
Another hero. Another terrorist. Another brave marine. Another hole in the ground. Until tomorrow when we'll…
I traveled the land
I traveled through black landgay landmeadows of white trash
I
I look behind, seeing the unlostI stopbreathing as usual, formerly
Let there be science!
After eight years of a delusional presidency – where talking snakes, senator horses and born-again were…
Starved
alone in the cage he feltStarvedthe peep view with flowers
Laughing man
The view with abyssthe rolling with saidand insignificant with actually
In time of crisis
In time of crisis extreme ideas tend to gain adherence. Desperate humans are inclined to believe…
The Illusions from Ceiling
I am looking above and I seenothingis nothing to be seen
Omeleted Savior
Oh, how much I loved myselfLike an immortal, awareOf my infinity, senseless
In stamba
From the roof she screamedFrom the building aside of my aspiration of herOnly when the river…
The System(atic)
The economy is a decaying corpse and, for our own sake and health, the rotten stiff…
Among it
Glancing, life was a burial processionI melted with the crowd toward the graveA yell from ground…