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Quiet Voice by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal After Leonard Cirino A quiet voice lingers in the distance somewhere
being guided by a steady wind, traveling like song
deep in the pygmy forest where a poet lives in the dreams
of oaks and their bark and wounded
branches. Together they howl at the silent moon and tend
to a reptile’s gouged out skin at the edge of the
pygmy forest feeling the heat of an encroaching fire. The quiet voice seeks to fan away
the flames, the red moon, a sad reflection of the fire
below.
The Blue Flame by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal Keep your hands off the burner. Its
flame only speaks one language. Afterward it will
not comfort you. Its duty is not to warn but to burn. This is why I shy away from love and
all its trappings. This is why I don’t ever whisper
the word in your ear. These burnt lips know better. The heart wants what it wants and its desire
will only lead to the blue flame. No amount of tears
will extinguish the aftermath of a life smoldering. Keep
your hands off the burner. I will not repeat these
words again.
Watch the Unwatchable by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal Let’s
celebrate the birds and the bees and all the drama on TV. Set up a small
table with
popcorn and M&M’s and watch the unwatchable. Like Elvis blowing
a hole through
the obnoxious TV set, the babysitter without feelings
or arms to hold you when need a hug or need to cry. Let’s
celebrate no one, nobody, nothing. We are all on our own. We should think
for ourselves. If you are too deep into brainwashing, turn off the TV.
Luis
lives in California and works in Los Angeles. His poetry,
art, and photography has appeared in Black Petals, Blue Collar Review, Kendra
Steiner Editions, Medusa's Kitchen, Rogue Wolf Press, Venus in
Scorpio Poetry Journal, and Yellow Mama Webzine.
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