Una linda tarde


A warm plate of rice and beans
takes me back to those restless nights
beneath flamboyant meadows,
and trees dressed in shadows
shared breaths with my own.

Lush glasses of strawberry lemonade
turn into photographies of sunbathing days.
Pumpkins and plantains galore
turned cooks into illusionists.
Skillets and pans worked their magic,
bringing forth to our enticing lovers:
tostones, amarillos, barriguitas de vieja,
words not said, but savored.

Starry nights in el campo were paintings framed by my window.
Jade mountains contended with dim street lights from afar.
And I watched with amazement
on my Mami’s lap
as the rain made love to the wind.

Celia M. Ayala Lugo


I was a girl who strived to dream.e5330
Believed the world was how they told me:
Safe. Good. Peaceful.
Rested on good and bad.
I was told smiling wins the world.
The world taught me something else.

I was a teenager stumbling herself
while climbing staircases.
Girls are no longer playing Barbies, but guys’ hearts.
Wearing my coils attracted laughter, not eyes,
had to silence my African blood to survive.

I am a woman fighting against the world.
Somehow, the world is letting me win.
I was told knowledge wins the world.
Love taught me something else.

The smarter I get, the more intimidating I seem.
They seek intelligence, but when facing it, they pull apart.
They withstand injustice and inequality,
Yet repel a woman longing to fight on their side

Celia M. Ayala Lugo



What is transhumanism?
They have this idea
About making human beings
Higher than God.

How do we define God?
He is not the Almighty Force,
That controls all morality.
God is a lot more disconnected
Than we believe him to be.

Although he exists
Inside of our consciousness,
And he acts inside of us,
Outside of these beings.

What they propose to me
Is this transhumanist project:

Where all human beings coexist,
And all of their consciousness,
And all of these cultures,
and all these differences,
and all these similarities
Are together, inside of one mind
Which controls the entire human race.

And besides, we want to talk about
How we have all evolved,
And we are all ready
For this point of evolution.

Where everybody is interconnected,
But let’s admit the truth,
If we are in the year 2017
And people still want to be

Mean to others because of the color
Of their skin, I think it is
Completely unnecessary to say
We want evolution to lead us this way.

Because in reality, it is all inside
Of the mind of a few people who are
The leaders of this world,
And want to see humanity controlled.

Inside of this one mind,
They are going to choose not to be,
Part of this one mind,
Because they want to control this mind,
And they are going to be the gods.
And we will be the masses,
And that’s going to be control inside this axis.

So don’t be such a fool, and don’t feel controlled,
Even though, they say the words that make you swirl,
And I want to let you know that this is fucking crazy.
Because my individuality and physical body
Are what make me the being that I am,
They are what allow me to be a poet and shaman.

If I want to say that I am, inside this definition,
And even though language is a limited mechanism,
It’s not going to be this next mechanism,
Where this control and singular mind,
Is going to make this human being evolve,
Like it’s only a matter of time,
But we have to realize that these things we want to make,
Are going to be fire for the human race.

And I admit it, and I love you all for saying this,
For giving me this information and letting me make this,
But Goddamn I love you guys, and I really do, but I
Wish you could feel the way that I do, because
All this love comes from suffering, because without love
I cannot measure my suffering. And without my suffering,
I cannot measure my love. And I realize it’s just going to be
One concept up above. And it’s just going to be reason,
So if I share this consciousness with you,
It’s not going to mean anything,
Unless you pay your dues.

And even if I have to pay my dues for this,
I am not going to pay my dues, to make you feel this.
Because you know that this is free, and this is
Emotion that I perceive, and I want you, to make you,
And I wanted to make you feel this way,
And everyone in the world can evolve in this way.

Because we don’t need a machine to tell us how it slays,
We’re all human beings and we have these feelings,
Because that’s what makes us who we are,
Every fucking animal in this world,
And even the vegetable world and the minerals,
Everything has a fucking existence and life,
Because from here, to a couple thousand years,
We’re going to see, how it strikes.
And even if it breaks down, and even if we give it life,
It’s a machine, but it’s a machine that we gave life.
And even if you don’t want to admit it, well that’s its strife.

Human beings, we are not the highest thing in this world,
Now you want to talk about other aliens in the universe
Who had the same conclusions as us,
and aliens that I have turned and have transcended their bodies.

Do we want to transcend our own bodies?
When we have not dealt with our own demons.
That’s what I mean, because we still have voices
And treasons, and we have this idea of what love is
And what hate is, and how are we going to become one being?
When we have all these ideas in and hell,
A lot of people feel comfortable
But I’m not the type of person to feel like it’s normable.
Because me, personally, I still have a lot to live,
And I still draw pleasure from grabbing a fruit off of the tree,
And it is something so basic, like if it’s animalistic.

And even rapping these words gives me a certain pleasure,
And saying these things, and knowing and feeling,
And putting my hand behind my back, and feeling my spine,
And those things, ridges inside my behind, and feeling
This meat inside of my body and not having to worry
About anything that’s going to make it run,
Because my body runs perfectly inside this society.

And I don’t want to say that we need to evolve beyond that,
Because I love this world, and I love the body that gave me that,
And I love this sensation, and even if though I might say that this
Perception is a single person’s, and even though we might say that this
Is all an illusion,
And there is a higher dimension above this,
Where they view us.
And say I am entertained by watching a human being rap,
Right now it is crazy, it is fucking crack,
You know what?
Fuck it, because that’s existence,
And even if we have to pay dues to a God that doesn’t listen,
I fucking love this world, and I am sure you will too.
And as long as I find my love, you will too.

And that’s the end.
Because love is the secret,
I wish I could have seen her,
But I am not ready yet.


“It is the best to have loved and won,
Second best, to have loved and lost”
All that lies destined will follow.

Christic Ethylene,
Pure Mind of the Bodhi,
Melpomene, a soliloquy
For her Mystery.

On Human nature,
Emerson alleged:
“A man is god in ruins…”
We are drawn to the Flame.

A void, between the compositions of Helios.
Shiva, ‘o Lady Babylon, to whom we sing our praises.
‘Oh Say’s among men, she stood as a Titaness,
Zeus’ thunder, with frivolous fascination,
An abysmal suspicion of her broken beauty,
A maternal affection, for their father’s creation.

Gnostic Gospels speak of thy progeny
“Within me I carry the Seeds of Christ,”
Parthenogenesis and an old regal clock-tower,
A Sanctuary in the Earth, by the hour.

A bloodied cub the Hyenas prayed to devour
Daunt, “so fragile” – mere words could tear her apart,
She remained a child in secrecy – a deity in art
“The flower in the crannied wall,” of Lord Tennyson.

Spirit of the Divine, see the World through her eyes.
Marie the Mother, or the Lover of Light.

Olympus intervened and took her Soul from me,
A stoic’s shell in the midst of the Great Plains,
A shout rang through the clouds, loud; “You’ve taken my life,
My joy, my wonder, fry my flesh with your thunder!”

And in his visions, Oceanus visits
The titan, a giant of a frightful countenance,
The hero would face a fate worse than Dionysus’,
Skull, bones, skin, limbs, remain as bloodied crumbs,
To surrender thy flesh, in a feast for titans.

At the face of your fate, choose not to decay.
Awaken and slice open the bowels of the beast.
Emergent products, the titan regurgitates.
A heroine has conquered the monster.

Kin of Jonah – poets sail for the Holy Mountain,
Yet they stay to dwell in purgatory,
To claims conduits to Father Sky and Mother Earth,
Through tribulations, They bring us a message.

“Our future is ominous… rests in ruins,
Behemoth and Leviathan sleep lightly,
Set your sights on the World, from Rio to Thebes,
Count the spirits, as they succumb.

“Leviathan and Behemoth lie sleeping,
Our future, how ominous, rests in ruins,
Your work is not yet done,
Count the spirits, as they succumb.
Set your sights on the World, from Rio to Thebes,
Before the great tribulation and the Seventh Seal
Use your wisdom, to prepare them on their journeys.
Mother and the Celestials will rest to heal.”

Elena Leon Barbot

Dream, I

I’ve been trying to forget her,
For the past eight months.
I’ve been trying to forget her,
God gives me no luck.
I’ve been sent here to suffer.
To learn from Cain’s mistakes.
I’ve been sensitive enough,
To desire an end to it all.
I’ve been told that life is a dream.
Say that to the children of Palestine,
I’ve cried over news of their death.
Society considers me a wreck.
I’ve been dreaming about her,
Even when she’s been far away.
Seen her at the side of the road,
Drinking a beer, all alone.
I walked out of a moving vehicle,
Past the lovable liar and Jonathan,
Shook hands to greet the Mormon,
Arrived at the bar, our paths crossed.
We looked into each other’s eyes,
So I walked over, our problems alive.
An impish Frenchman arrived first.
Nothing a few words of hers could not deter.
He disappeared, we spoke. Her relationship,
With her girlfriend, was on the rocks,
Her ménage’e’troi with Edgardo,
Had predictably backfired.
As I’ve been fantasizing for,
If only our dreams went on,
Infinitely. If they were indications,
Of a future that exists, or becomes.
Apartment buildings filled to the brim,
With family sharing drugs & drinks,
A house shared between me and her,
With bright lights and mirrored doors.

Leon Rivera

Black and White

An apple too far to see,
Grew on the highest tree.
Forbidden beyond delight,
Delicious, yet so unripe.

We do not mix, you and I.
I’m dark and brown,
You’re blonde and white.
I see all of the darkness.
You see all of the light.
I’m as strange as they come.
You’re as simple as can be.

We make our choices.
We choose our poisons.

Without darkness,
Without light.

Love, with a broken heart.
Whose ruptured valves bleed wildly,
On countless pieces of clothing,
And a host of broken bones.

I will listen,
To your musings,
To your pain.

I will remember,
All you do,
All you say.

Even if I say “I decided,
To remember to forget.”

I want you to be the Radha,
To my ailing Krishna.
I want you to be the Mary,
To my broken Christ.

I would die for you,
If our lives were on the line.
Take a bullet for you,
My partner in crime.

Now say, those magic words,
“Nothing, no nothing, is okay.”
Except for You and I,
And our happily distorted lives.
Bonnie to my broken Clyde.

And on the day we die,
We will travel past phantoms,
With flushed faces, who live
With children, resting outside
In the benches, under the gray sky.
In nature’s waiting room,
Trained tigers are shackled,
Surrounded by stone walls.
Behold, a terrifying concrete
Gothic gate, with doors as tall and
Thick as trees, with obsidian clasps.

You and I, will meet inside.
Of this magnificent cathedral,
With fires, golden goblets and candelabra.
Filled to the brim, with Christ’s blood.
Which spills on velvet red rugs.
And a fine old gentleman, sits in a bench.
His stare welcomes us. He whispers
Into your ear. Something I cannot hear.
“A place, where all of our secrets reside.
Welcome, to the life inside.”

Leon Rivera


The Fool


Oh pathetic, don’t let your mind wander,
On film strips, in moments that went ‘yonder.
Replay. Strips over and over, in mind.
I Magnify and Project, a universal prospect!

Light, “It had to be so”, the Fool treads through,
Anxiety, tears, virginity; sinews
Per her Heart, bends in waves for another,
Or maybe she yearned to go, discover.

Why would you blame her? Eclipse, Lucifer.
You are not the Most High, Fool, hear.
Your courage drove you, in your first step,
Yet you tread, confidently in ignorance.

Mauricio Monagas



Ghosts from my path beckon at me from a window,
They’ve written songs, we have sung in the past.
Simpler were times when I did not comprehend,
By the time my sight focused, they vanished again.

Experiences a many have passed since then,
And the specters they beckon at me again,
I cannot lay the blame to them for a friend,
For a friend has cost them the other’s end.

As I went up the staircase the thought wavered
Through my mind: I used to see you everyday
And I have not seen you in over three blue moons.
How many forests have fallen and risen since then?

Words read, words heard, words have changed you.
Cease, rest your gesturing, the judgment is firm,
You knew the problem and chose to support it
Becoming the very thing you most dreaded.

Alan Valle

In Memoriam

Our homes were mutual, as blood brothers,
Despite not having spoken to one another,
For over fourteen years. Destiny ties a lace,
Between the children of a growing race.

Always sickly, as a child in the academy,
A black sheep, our brother, our friend.
You left early, to spark a journey.
When we reunited over them moon.
Playing foundations, to lay down the grooves.

Pragmatic idealist, always carrying gifts,
Whose actions nobody could ever comprehend,
A trust, a lack of concern, that lasts for days.
Degrees could not measure your mentality.
Listening to books as you drove.

I remember our first conversation.
You gave me a reminder, a life lesson:
A forgotten gesture of kindness,
A treasury of forgotten memories.
Imagined by our innocence.

God, that art in Heaven,
Did you not sacrifice your son?

Alan Valle