VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Luis Berriozabal

The Lows  The lows are too low. The blues are too blue. These feet can’t go on. They get in my way. The wind does not blow. I march to no drum. This cold is too cold. It freezes my brain. I hope against hope. Without you I lose. This bitter lemon life is notContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Luis Berriozabal”


WET MY GULLET come hither you delicious tykeallow me to bathe in your beautywash over tongue and jawwith fragility so sweet white heated cankers throband dissolve with each swallowone bubble haughtier than the lastcrowded laughter chimes truth the roots of your beginningchristened and blessed inholy waters as throngs of revelersbelch into the face of theContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Rob Azevedo”