A bilingual existence

  “Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.” –Roland Barthes I. Idiomas/languages: Origins Little scraps of paper with small hands’ handwriting in Spanish and English hung along theContinue reading “A bilingual existence”

Wander/lust [Draft 0]

Wander/lust was an experimental draft for a poem centered around a person as a place — a man as a cold desert, the Gobi in Mongolia. The piece has a lot of problems, it’s too abstract and not cohesive at all. There are some images that come through, but they are unrelated and the readerContinue reading “Wander/lust [Draft 0]”

Before the flight [Draft I]

“We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.” ― Anaïs Nin There’s nothing like the thrill of international air travel. Nothing can get me as high or as intoxicated as the sheer prospect of knowing the exact date, time, gate, seat and final destination of the next series ofContinue reading “Before the flight [Draft I]”