English

 

 

A HOME IS AN INVENTION FOR KIDS

 

I don’t tell you that, a home is an invention for kids

the more we tried to know it, the more it mocked us with it’s estrangement

and still, we try to return to it

clinging to our memories, imaginations and books,

holding on to the words they taught us in kindergarten, in schools and collages,

sounds with no meaning, like abandoned logs by a fire

I pass them on to you hoping that perhaps one day

you will succeed in building a home.

 

 

 

 

A FEW WORDS ON THE STATE OF CONTEMPORARY POETRY

 

In the world of a secret that waits to be revealed

a word from you will seed love in that place

there we were buried

 

 

LACERATIONS

 

On the cutting board of life

we are sliced daily,

every fight another scar,

every diced fruit and vegetable fails to quench the hunger,

the shadow that falls in the cracks

does not wash in the sink, does not dry in the air, does not write poems,

 

lacerations in your image