I don’t need to understand. Beyond being kissed And kissing others My eyes blinked My ears tingle, The drums played in my stomach. Confused between doing the tango or the sabada, As I receive kisses of a life time, From the sweet to the swift., So I too kissed myself, For a job well done, […]

rum, boogie and water it’s true that on some days I forget how a poem should look like and write with my eyes rather than my head, as long as I’ve written; it’s fine. this is one they cannot decline, an ode to those that are dead, they are now without an ally, can no […]

I just want to live sometimes, looking to go left when everyone else goes right is just a sign of foolishness. on the right, there are rites and lights to guide one onto worthy paths if one is willing to ignore the skies and remember gravity – rise, fall, rise. Tomorrow, I won’t be classified […]

Lover this one thing will be funny always that like a dog, I keep throwing up, saying things that hurt me, once I swear I’ll never do again and you- I keep running back to like a junkie without a penny. don’t fix me, I’ll miss you give me a little of you every now […]

and now we’ve met but shan’t i speak of him as though a friend wanting to be noticed, who woos me all through life- but i, elusive yet to this hand of friendship. the fire at the local store before i arrived the crash at barn after i left the ocean that threw me up […]

what image show thy face, dear God. not in Adam not in Eve. not in the way you forgive man. beyond that ink we were told Veronica painted, come out tainted and then untainted. do something, man. quit with apparitions. remove transmogrification. do not speak through any wire. appear here and show precisely whose image […]

dried earth this is all we will be when compassion is strangled: stranded. we will unite in the light of the night forgetting the use of clour. we will gather around the only shield that we have- ourselves. and ask for how to make this tree bear fruit again. leonell echa

Unheard Swinging high off the ground The landing can be detrimental. Alone, Seeing galaxies and truths As stars and signs align Feelings clouded. The strap on my heels make it hard to walk away Too good to be true Too new yet it feels blue. This is a point of silence Nothing to say Everything […]

hay this is the house of stack: the heap up, the piles that fill the sacks. for fodder, sheafed and stooked. fibrous dodder for fauna, uncooked. and here is a hay of sunlight. this stack this is the house of the needle. leonell

pour yourself into a cup. take a sip. does it sting or sweet? well, that is what you’ve been brewing. leonell echa