Featured Poet SS 2019
Eduardo Escalante, writer and researcher living in Valparaíso, Chile; publish regularly in Hispanic Reviews (Signum Nous, Nagari, Espacio Luke, Lakuma Pusaki, Sur Revista de Literatura, Revista Ariadna, Aurora Boreal, among others) and actually is also publishing in Spillwords, Slamchop, Writer Resist, Constellations,StylusLit, Peacock Journal, Adelaide Literary Magazine, Arc Prose Poem Magazine, and, in Gramma Poetry.
Collateral Damage
June 15 morning tea.
Why are some images simulacrum of life
or landscapes of a broken land
or annotations for a biology of the future?
Violence speaks in tongues my hand cannot translate.
People submerged in a cave the apostles of past.
Certain life scenes remind Mark Rothko’s paintings
as if one had to concentrate absorbed inwards and stay.
Some people act as a parody of the sacred resonating
in an empty chapel whose only light is the bronzes of
an organ that rises towards the sky,
not at all a streaming consciousness,
it is like a surrealistic nightmare,
condemning to follow a path of our own dissolving.
Looking back looks dangerous.
You can rearrange words at your house, but not outside
You can grow angry with your eyes, but nobody cares
The past sleeps in is darkness intact and
dreams fall as cobbled in the air.
You keep meaning to find something,
you touched only just once when it bloomed wide open,
but now it is something else.