Author Archives: José Araguz

  There’s nothing here to see. Relax. Beside a Coke machine, a guy who acts As if he’s in a movie Puffs on a Marlboro Light. It’s moody; Nothing’s happening except For blue sky, gas pumps, asphalt. Here’s the precept: … Read More

  The city turns perfume shop. I can’t think at all with the jasmine so thick. Angels circle me like sharks, waiting for sweat or tears, anything wet and bodily. The stasis overwhelms, the sparrows are fucking on my porch. … Read More

  On the brink of our extinction, the milk in the fridge had not yet spoiled. We ate olives with our fingers, swallowed cold beer, thought little of our health. The men in charge were steering blithely into the sun. … Read More

  I just can’t remember the saint whose name I took at my ‘04 Confirmation. Last year one friend took Hildegard. She’s a library scientist. This year another took Dymphna. She’s an artist turned celibate. I turn cringey at the … Read More

  We used to think it was a nebula, and there was a time when people didn’t believe in germs. Of course, almost all the dishes ever made have broken, so what can we expect? Things transmute. Ptolemy misheard the … Read More

  😯 :: { Every Bond You Break}   & when they are all gone, the horses will open their great, great body. Two suns. One red. & one blue. Drew from a cold rogue through para- magnetic & reactive … Read More

  You love him, don’t you, & from zero, zero, zero. Like photons flitting in the abyss, only shall two Lay waste this world wretched &— x oh oh oh.   Say a light year meant light death & a … Read More

  —after The Cranberries   I never made it through a single night. It wasn’t without design. The brxght. Brxght xyxs. & still the border. Night. ++++++Unfurls.   +++:: & the xyxs ::   +++shudder through hurricane season. +++++++++How soon. … Read More

  I’m told I’m roller skating in the oldest punk house in America. I want to believe it, but I don’t. We all want to be the biggest, the best, the oldest. Every poem answers a question I’m still defining. … Read More

  You’ve got to hand it to them, the ravens. They live just about anywhere—a garbage dump in the Mojave Desert, base camp on Mount Everest, or atop the water tower of the Chelsea Hotel. One ate a king’s heart. … Read More

  Crush the cockroach but not the ant, not the bees buzzing by   your palm about to press into mine, not the legs   of centipedes caressing concrete, not Chihuahuas’ feet   resting in a litter of nine. Trust … Read More

  John swept leaves into a pile on the porch. Our neighbor turned the dirt   of her balcony planters with her hand trowel and lined them with snakeskin—to scare off squirrels.   I saw their ghosts slither with the … Read More