Fully sanitized
Let’s wander into the shops
Browse with abandon
Pretend we’d try some jeans on
Were they cooler and blue enough
Summer of ’16
Naked on her back
She mirrors the passing clouds
Mirrored in the pool
70
Un hombre honesto
Ya viejo y sigue honesto
Feliz de serlo
A C.F.
still life 2
same fear and same pride
strides shorten and brows burden
hell is burning bright
still life 1
not changing at all
and yet we grow old and die
ain’t that hell on earth?
Zenón para niñes
Come la mitad
La mitad de la mitad
Una mitad más
Y otra mitad del arroz
¿Así cuando jugarás?
By a Lake in Patagonia
While flat on my back
I am clad in ruby leaves
Cloaked in golden sand
Lest greed make me a dragon
May the shore tickle my feet
A Reader’s Haiku
First leaf in the pool
Ruby red and nostalgic
I think of Gatsby
En Santiago después de un año
No para de hablar
Su piel sabe a muralla
Le quise tanto
(Y le sigo queriendo
Como a un amor escolar)
οὐροβόρος
Home’s round the corner
Lest you swallow your own head
Look and walk away
Patagonia Ballad
To fairy tale shores
Bring thy fairy tale picnics
Miladies, milords
Let us have such mighty fun
This day is forever sung
a poet’s prayer
o great rhino cloud
chase the grown-up out of me
like you chase the stars
Children on Road Trips
The are we there yets
The look ats, the sing-alongs
The endless I’m hungrys
And at the heart of it all
The secret joys of silence
En un patio de campo
En buenas manos
No hay basura que valga
Todo florece
En un lago de Aysén, verano del 2021
Desde su ñire
Don Martín mira fijo
El sol me seca
Mientras más quieto el hombre
El bosque más desconfía
The Marriage Handbook
Just quit keeping scores
And give up on idyllics
Love can’t be that far
Cesantía
Cuida tus manos Mantenlas ocupadas Bien ventiladas Lejos de tus bolsillos Cuando están vacíos muerden
a tale of the tide
the rock we conquered
will go from desert island
to lost continent
Sylvia Plath
I’d give Sylvia a life.
We’d bake cookies together in the dead of night
And I’d sit down whenever a draft chilled my hands.
She’d laugh at my suggestions
Frown at my questions
And leave it at that.
We’d know how to do it right
I’ve done this in the past
I’d do it better this time,
I’d keep Sylvia alive
álbum familiar
en cien orillas
cien años en pelota
mil cambios de piel
bajo el sol y la luna
primera vez cada vez
The Homemaker’s Song
I rejoice in the subtle privacy of dish washing
Subtle enough for my dearest and my nearest to claw my reveries
With unintentional reminders of the following routines
That slightly disarray the ancient daydreams that I weave
And weave again to knit myself into delectable backstories
Built on troves of Lego blocks
Interchangeable at will, friendly to my longing of the moment
As I scrub the petrified jam from a chipped saucer.
mother’s twilight
94 today
something’s up and she’s on to us
where’s the christmas tree?
The Snob’s Lockdown in Patagonia
Glacier clawed massifs
A foal sized dog to play with
Sofas! Bow windows!
What a house to read a book!
What a house to read a book!
at the care home
‘a crowd at my wake!’
the crone said in a chuckle
‘money makes darlings’
A Paraphrase to Ain’t We Got Fun
Poorer than ever,
Honey,
Let’s love each other.
Sooner than later
The repomen are coming
The party will be over
