Published in Intimately Intricate

·Pinned

My Mother’s House

I zipped up my backpack after throwing my bundle of clothes inside. And just like that, I left my mother’s house. It was the end of that leg of the “let’s visit family tour”. I’ve been living in New Mexico for over fifteen years now. My mother lives in Uruguay…

Intimately Intricate

8 min read

May 14

I wanted to know if you were for real. No problem. First and last time. Pablo

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I wanted to know if you were for real.
No problem.
First and last time.
Pablo

Published in Scrittura

·May 5

The Warring One

A Hybrid Poem — Which of these truths is mine? Tell me, you, the warring one. The one victorious The one who is lost The one defeated Without a voice. The enemy lurks among the shadows, Hiding in plain sight. Deceiving the knowing. These verses, wanting to be Truth (This attempt for depth, this void…

Poetry

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Published in Sensual: An Erotic Life

·Apr 10

Hips Cradling Worlds

Poetry — Her Speech: I am imagination I am survival I am the one who’ll work With what it is, she has To persevere and live Endure Be. And if you want If you truly want I’ll take you there. To the place where imagination ceases And reality emerges from parted lips. …

Poetry

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Published in True Confessional

·Apr 10

In The Cacophony Of Voices

A Poem — A confession. —

True Confessional

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Screenshot from my phone (Pablo Pereyra)

In The Cacophony Of Voices

A Poem — A confession.

Published in Vagabond Voices

·Mar 20

To Own The Night

On darkness and other places — “Every city is many places, but after dark, it is a second city” — Martin French I belong to dark places. I belong to the night. (Not to be confused with penumbra) Before being born, I was very comfortable in my mother’s womb. So homely it was, they had to…

Darkness

3 min read

Published in Many Mini Manifestos

·Feb 19

Utopias

On building worlds. — “The inferno of the living is not something that will be; if there is one, it is what is already here, the inferno where we live every day, that we form by being together. There are two ways to escape suffering it. The first is easy for many: accept the…

Essay

8 min read

Feb 10

We Are Standing Up

A Poem, A Rant — The Poem This poem is not for you. No, Ev, these verses are not yours. Despite you proclaiming yourself a Baron among men, a titan among titans, a billionaire, young, virile, woke. Or at least this is how I think you, in my imagination. About you, the Titan of Communication: Twitter, Medium. …

Medium

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Published in Scrittura

·Jan 17

On The E Train

A Poem — A woman is preaching or praying in the subway, I don’t fully understand everything she says. But her words have the rhythm of rap, Or maybe hip-hop. They sound like truth, And I allow the rhythm of her voice to carry me, Her admonitions and warnings, About living a sinful life (Or that is what I think). She screams…

Poetry

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