No one’s dying anytime soon

Footsteps, misteps, falling


I seek shelter from gospel


The politics of truth

gang up on me,

they’re not my truths

not my policies.

Bullets stray, voices are raised

guilty parties whose names

are named.

You speak of mortality, joy and I listen.

Yet, I’m afraid.



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Extreme group therapy
extreme debriefing
extreme public confessions
have an extreme taste with your Diet Pepsi

Extreme intoxications
Where are your extremely
cherished daughters?
Extreme moment of enlightment
Peformances nothing less than
extreme, alcoholic-like.
Homophobic extreme church goers
I had a dream, and Extreme
-the band- was playing
Moby was also there, rockin’
famous Extreme Ways.

My new relationship can only
be described as “extreme”
We’re going as fast as we can,
as rookies in the
extreme game of love.

Those late nights of extreme
are over
I got nothing but a most
humble approach for my sweet,
extreme girl.

The extremeness of life
has showed me a thing or two.


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It’s a good thing we stayed

Life never ceases to amaze me. With 12 ounces of energy-drink goodness inside me, I explain: my worrisome self has become a more upbeat and positive character. Just started my first romantic relationship in a few years, and I’m happier than I had been in very long time (ignoring all the voices that go “dude, you’re going too fast, don’t get so carried away by the nubile and seemingly flawless start”). On top of that, I just finished editing and getting together an alternative first print of a poet’s debut book El niño que buscaba venganza (The kid who was looking for revenge); it’s what I’d call a 27 page anti-love letter, but a great one at that.

I’m quite sure I’m done with most of therapy, and you know… I feel Ok with that. I’m grateful with all that I’ve learned from her, and now I’m ready to move ahead. I’m procastinating a lot less you know… and so, I think of this uplifting Verve tune: Lucky Man. ‘Cause I am one 🙂


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I miss my grandpa

simpson_abuelo1It hit me… one afternoon, a couple of teens were at the store with an old gentleman I soon realized was their grandfather. The kid hugged him and said I loved you. I envied that long-haired teen bastard, but just swallowed my grief. I was envious cause there aren’t that many memories of both of my grandfathers for me: I mean, one of them died just before I turned 8, and I didn’t see him that often. The other died of cancer when I was 17, and I’m pretty sure he confused me for one or several of my cousins during the remaining years of his life. So there, I had no older version of Dad lying around, no cuddly geriatric to call my own. Although I dedicated my second book to my grandparents from Dad’s side, it still doesn’t cut it enough. Grandpa, where are you?


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Guatemalan The Onion reader holds issue really close to face

Renowned onion peeler and starving artist Luis Fernando Alejos holds a recent issue of The Onion really close to his face. He wears prescription eyeglasses, but “theres something about the quality of the ink and paper that just screams for an upclose and personal approach to the reading experience”, he claims.



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Dear Billy (the day my cat died)

I remember the day I adopted both you and your brother (Cucho). My friend Sue was telling me to hold you, in order to pose for the adoption photographs. It was weird for me, ’cause I had never being in contact with cats, and here I was, getting 2 into my life. You were the shy one, back when I lived in my old apartment, but after your second surgery, you became sweeter and more affectionate with me. When the 3 of us moved back to my parents’s home (later, Pishus would join us), just for a few months, you captured my mom’s heart (she never forgot how you still went up to her, when mom and dad visited my new apartment). It was no secret that you were an ill cat, I knew that from the beginning, and I am grateful to have had your love and company for over 4 years. However, dear partner, I sure am gonna miss ya. I know Cucho will miss grooming you, Leia will have one less cat buddy to harrass (Pishus forgave you for the tag team beating you and your brother gave her) . Rest easy sweetheart, you’ll always be here with me.



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3 years and 4 months of cuteness

…wrapped up in my little nephew. I know most of you won’t make out what he’s saying, but he was just practicing for a pre-school assembly. God, this makes me proud.


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