Juan Luis Guzmán – ONE ACT

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”

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”