Category Archives: scribbling

today i read that a person’s life is a sacrifice and the first 24 years are the first libation of this sacrifice. i’ve been watching the first season of The Wire and last night i cried when kima got shot. i’ve been researching and writing non-fiction and fiction seems impossible to consider. i spoke with a development studies professor from Oxford on the phone and she spoke of the role of civil society. i have pockets of exhaustion.

now here’s the same paragraph where “I” is replaced with “it.”

today it read that a person’s life is a sacrifice and the first 24 years are the first libation of this sacrifice. it’s been watching the first season of The Wire and last night it cried when kima got shot. it’s been researching and writing non-fiction and fiction seems impossible to consider. it spoke with a development studies professor from Oxford on the phone and she spoke of the role of civil society. it has pockets of exhaustion.

cuban poetry from a guy with the coolest name ever.

Now
While I rise
And go with my gun towards some other point
Where I keep laying down and shooting.

Now
While I wait melting into the earth
that bursts with my enemy’s howitzer.

Now
While Xieto passes here, right next to me,
With his collapsible AK under his arm
Running and shooting
And death makes the rocks dance
Two meters away.

Now
in this moment
my children wake up in Santiago.