Speak (for Octavio Paz)

You spoke of a city brimming with unspoken reality dusty skulls shimmering in forgetfulness exposed by the darkness of memory. You spoke of prayers that forgot their meaning reminding us that words are only as potent as the sound in the mouths that say them— but even sound itself can be silent. You spoke ofContinue reading “Speak (for Octavio Paz)”

The Crisis

Hark!— The subway trains are toast packed to the brim with some of the most imbecilic trolls. Hands and feet in between the closing doors. Priority seats taken up by twenty-something-year-olds. And countless homeless souls begging greedy pockets for a quarter. We have a courtesy crisis on our hands! And no enforcement to behold. OnlyContinue reading “The Crisis”