On the morning of my night I’d create dreams never seen I’d pay blood in cold droplets To buy hope for my people I become …

Podría volverme idolatría y frotarte las piernas empapadas con lágrimas de lozanía. Cambiaria toda mi prosa por letanías y suplicaría devotamente hasta ser la razón …

(or the inside of a fanta bottle looking like a throat laying a carpet of aqueous tongue) This conceptual work was the fruit of boredom-induced …

Me fusiono entre tu silencio recostado sobre tu pecho, palpita y al hacerlo me envicia. I blend in your silence, Lay down on your chest …

Aelwyd Gartref (home hearth)the legs of the firetheir ruby shoes and polished shinskick from the hearth mouththe coal teeth spittingsplittingdrops of murked-water leaking lullabies on the tiles in …