Poem… moribund crab

red crab
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moribund crab

–november 16, 2019–
springfield, ohio

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

out of sight while hiding out
under sunken rocks
on beds of drab
the moribund crab
that i am and mock,
the world must learn to live without
water-clad round my crustaceous slab
forget me not
forget me stat

moribund crab will appear in a future book of poems and stories (release date | July 2020)–


 

Poema… cangrejo moribundo

red crab
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cangrejo moribundo

–12 de noviembre de 2019–
springfield, ohio

por Luis S. González-Acevedo

cangrejo moribundo
que habitas lo profundo,
bajo piedras sumergidas
¿quién te sana las heridas?
mi corazón también se hunde
atrapado en el cascarón de tu escondite
tu mermado estado no confunde
el apego a arenas secas se derrite
crustáceo de mi alma, cangrejito moribundo.

cangrejo moribundo será publicado en un libro de poemas e historias en julio 2020–


 

Poema… barcelona y amor geográfico

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barcelona y amor geográfico

–28 de junio de 2019–
barcelona, cataluña, españa

por Luis S. González-Acevedo

barcelona,
ciudad de crema y olores
sabores y turrones,
mi dama catalana.
república o realeza de cataluña,
tal como a mi isla pequeña
te amaría si fueras mía, alma mediterránea.
sol que abrasas con lengua en llamas,
eres mar de besos
que corrientes africanas
me soplan desde lejos.

barcelona y amor geográfico será publicado en un libro de poemas e historias en julio 2020–


 

Poem… night king, lord of the white walkers

night king, lord of the white walkers

–june 5, 2019–
reykjavík, iceland

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

“winter is coming,”
night’s snowflakes cry.
the wicked season’s ice is roaring
as the fires die
and charcoal chills spill toward our wall.
warning: the frozen barrier will soon fall.
HBO revealed you
as we fed you and scurried to your rescue.
such unpardonable sins!
so true!
such nonsense…
making us believe you died…
you didn’t? i know!
you’re waiting for emotions to subside
but when kindness and our brains grow cold,
this and more will show
that you escaped the screen & stream,
making your way into reality.
now, you lie in wait –you fiend,
sustained by our banality.
such fun… the violence,
glorified quirks & kills,
the dulling of good sense,
–of the beautiful, of course–
not the ugly and the currency wasters.
i’m ashamed to admit that you were fun,
unlike watching the melting of glaciers.
as we approach life without the sun,
i thank you, and i’m grateful.
what? what did you say, again?
is winter still coming?
does it hope that i consent?
but it regardless shall arrive…
when this final season comes,
and with great relief the moon sighs,
when all light from humanity runs:
i beg you, Bran Stark, just say goodbye…
forget me on that night,
erase all memory of me, just let it die.

night king, lord of the white walkers will appear in a future book of poems and stories (release date | July 2020)–



 

Poem… the traveler

the traveler

–december 10, 2018–
springfield, ohio, usa

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

travelers lose a little something of themselves
to those they visit, then leave behind.
what is lost becomes a journey’s wealth
of gifts received in turn from hosts that unwind
the love and knowledge voyagers take along,
gifts they get to keep or share as they move on.

the traveler will appear in a future book of poems and stories (release date | July 2020)–