Steven Sanchez – Through A Glass, Darkly

Steven Sanchez Through A Glass, Darkly The glass slips through your grip—you sweep the debristhat glitters like manain the desert and recall the stingof the shot glassthat shatteredin an Arizona bar’s ice bin:you were drinking water,chewing ice, thinkingthe ice was freezer burnedwhen it wouldn’t grindany finer between your teeth,wouldn’t melt, then you swallowedand tasted yourContinue reading “Steven Sanchez – Through A Glass, Darkly”

Steven Sanchez – Self-Portrait as Lucifer

Steven Sanchez Self-Portrait as Lucifer Hell is a halo in the night,the orange ring on a cigarette, a gentle asphyxiation I learnto endure, to enjoy, to need. And when I finally say enough,it isn’t, because lies, like words, are meaninglesswith repetition—they become an unfamiliar language. My namecomes from Latin: bringer  of light, the moons releasedinsideContinue reading “Steven Sanchez – Self-Portrait as Lucifer”