Editor’s note: for mobile users, this poem is best viewed in landscape mode. Juan Luis Guzmán ONE ACT within another act, as part of various acts BOY, birthed from barrio. Enters. Summer and so much heat.Discovery. Young and seedlessgrape; before the colors change. BOY: My street is Sunset Street. LIFEGUARD: (motions toward the water)BOY: One timeContinue reading “Juan Luis Guzmán – ONE ACT”
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Juan Luis Guzmán – pantoum with a paleta inside
Juan Luis Guzmán pantoum with a paleta inside I am at my very best coqueta with melting paleta in hand.Licking sweetness turned serum, unhinged and torcido from want. With melting paleta in hand, I am boy in the height of heat,unhinged and torcido from wantof knowing an urgent dissolve. A boy in the height of his heat, I craveContinue reading “Juan Luis Guzmán – pantoum with a paleta inside”
Juan Luis Guzmán – DETENTION
Editor’s note: for mobile users, this poem is best viewed in landscape mode. Juan Luis Guzmán DETENTION dematerializes desire desensitizes delirium delivers destruction detention demands depression deceptive demonstrations desperation devilish delight despite demented defenses deconsecrating democracy despair deepens deadens decide dear devotees decolonize degrees demilitarize departments destroy deathtraps defund destruction deny despots devour deplorables deconstruct demonstrate demands determine delights
Juan Luis Guzmán – TRIGGER
Editor’s note: for mobile users, this poem is best viewed in landscape mode. Juan Luis Guzmán TRIGGER I’m six years old the first timeI shoot a gun, my father and brothers with me, we walk inside the dry mouth of the Kings River looking for the right place to do it. Scared that tides will sneak up suddenly andContinue reading “Juan Luis Guzmán – TRIGGER”
Juan Luis Guzmán – POEM FOR THE DL MAN WHO LOVED ME
Editor’s note: for mobile users, this poem is best viewed in landscape mode. Juan Luis Guzmán POEM FOR THE DL MAN WHO LOVED ME Cabro cabrito cabrón, you give good guilt. You make of me something wild. Cabro cabrón. this animal in me Cabrito, you hold power over me like carcass between lips, a kill not meant for feast. Continue reading “Juan Luis Guzmán – POEM FOR THE DL MAN WHO LOVED ME”