Category Archives: Poem

a rather ought

Posted on November 19, 2021 by Julio Sueco

Dust bunnies have tyrants electricity force their +path I look out my window the lamp casts its bleeding light unto the balcony I see the stains on the window pane I feel an urge to do something clean what not. … Continue reading →

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∞

Posted on November 8, 2020 by Julio Sueco

the abyss stared backtime stopped in aweLike an invisible raindrop that caresses the skin; a fleeting sensationnothing matters in the end; nor in the beginningthe now persists (sic), lingers quietly, undisturbed.with a notion of what’s to comeAlea iacta estand how … Continue reading →

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del agua al agua

Posted on October 11, 2020 by Julio Sueco

Water left its mark My veins reached to the edges As I sprouted As I bloomed into a full green leaf I felt the cold wind of the early spring caress me The dust of still sunny days pile up … Continue reading →

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Smålands Anneberg

Posted on March 30, 2020 by Julio Sueco

Como no pensar en tí, jode, tu universo Le absorbí. Le vi Consumí. Eras un inmenso nunca deparé poder consumirte entera Y el vacio en mi estómago No hay lleno ya nunca No estás pero siempre tendremos los 80s y … Continue reading →

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entrañas

Posted on October 14, 2019 by Julio Sueco

Si mi estómago hablará, diría: Hola. Qué tal, sería, de pocas palabras, no sabe funcionar bien, para serles franco, es un estómago muy taciturno, y es que su entorno es muy desquiciado. Mi cerebro lo odia. Al estómago. Son enemigos … Continue reading →

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the flutter o el arrebato

Posted on May 9, 2019 by Julio Sueco

I saw a fly tremble on the floor, gasping , I saw its last struggle on a shiny day on a marble floor bathed by sunlight I stopped like smelling flowers a willing witness to El arrebato a second of … Continue reading →

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GT Asp

Posted on February 20, 2019 by Julio Sueco

Confounded am I Sprays and allergies marked this of the year yet I find myself alone wondering ’bout them years before April is the cruelest month Elliot sayeth I mistrust This lovely February weather 2019 the sun shines the birds … Continue reading →

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Frost descent 今天 · 霜降

Posted on October 27, 2018 by Julio Sueco

今天 · 霜降 Frost scrapers noise invaded my realm as I tried to decipher what the early morning drew before my somnolent ears. Later That afternoon: The air was icy fresh The water cold as ice The silentwind bore small … Continue reading →

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a burnt fingerprint

Posted on September 24, 2018 by Julio Sueco

They say the rings in a tree tell a story I wonder what my wrinkles say I look at my fingers rings and dry cracks in my skin appear through a certain light I shy from speculation since everything changes … Continue reading →

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