Day: September 8, 2021

by René Peñaloza Galván Twenty-three staplesRise 8 along My diaphragm  Twenty-three stepsOn a stairwellTo redemptionOr its cousinSelf-deception Twenty three bindsOn a wounded MonsterOf boundless interjection Twenty three fastened AmensThat say it is…

by René Peñaloza Galván Your eyes like two bright beaconsAtop your smiling cheekbonesShine upon the sandy stonesAnd I can almost seeThe ghosts of priestsGrasping at so manyUnanswered prayersAnd hear the…

by René Peñaloza Galván Awake on a reclining bedMy insides felt like snow(No more? made?) fluids in hollow needlesThinking where did I go?

At the temple of DandorIs where I found my soulFloating face down in the NileBloated with all I did wrong. At the temple of DandorThere she fished out my soulThere…

somehow you always find a way to remind meof all the times I've forgotten you a thousand dogs have looked at me with your eyesbrimming with irony’s longing spilling onto…