Tag Archives: Angel Uriel Perales

The One I Love

Posted on August 13, 2015 by Rumrazor

Don’t bite I said biting is base she turned her back to me sat on side of bed kicked her legs out tiny tantrum channel on MTV changed got louder she hummed a song she liked sang she half-knew the … Continue reading →

Posted in My Poetry | Tagged Angel Uriel Perales, ass, catathrenia, doppelganger, margarita, mons venus, MTV, Netflix, Redbox, restless leg syndrome, Sonic | Leave a comment

The Snee Poets

Posted on June 12, 2015 by Rumrazor

Going through the two dozen or so banker’s boxes in the back of my storage closet has only served to remind me how much University work I’ve done which I have then consequently forgotten. Four boxes full of essays, essays … Continue reading →

Posted in My Daily Life | Tagged Alfred Hitchcock, Angel Uriel Perales, Chinatown, denouement, Fatal Attraction, God's Acre, Laura Hart McKinny, Michael Cacoyannis, Moravian, NCSA, Puerto Rico, Romulus, Terminator, The Apartment, The Exorcist, The Hitcher, UNCSA, University of North Carolina School of the Arts, Winston-Salem | Leave a comment

SENRYU SENRYU SENRYU

Posted on April 22, 2015 by Rumrazor

April is fun poetry month and, in the spirit, I asked my Facebook friends to send me some Senryu. First let me provide a definition of Senryu. From Wiki: Senryū (川柳?, literally ‘river willow’) is a Japanese form of short poetry similar … Continue reading →

Tagged Angel Uriel Perales, Charles Claymeore, Deborah P. Kolodji, Douglas Richardson, Eric Lawson, Frank Mundo, Haiku, Japanese, Kurt J. Hargan, Mani Suri, Marie Lecrivain, Richard Modiano, Senryu, Steve Goldberg, Terry McCarty | Leave a comment

Finger Bitten by a Lizard

Posted on January 30, 2015 by Rumrazor

On one of my dying days of gardening, a common garter snake crawled down my red mulberry bush. I was puzzled by his beauty, his translucent amber head, underside celeste. He sniffed the air with his tongue, headed towards me … Continue reading →

Posted in My Poetry | Tagged Angel Uriel Perales, Apollo Sauroctonos, Caravaggio, celeste, contrapposto, crown gall, digitus impudicus, Ecce Homo, Lux in Tenebris, Martial, Palazzos, Podagra, Poetry, Poses Plastique, sfumato | Leave a comment

Umbra Mortis

Posted on January 28, 2015 by Rumrazor

Afflicted with this listless death, I perform my arduous labors like any other toilsome work, drive defensively and eat my $15 dollar dinners alone. Wearisome days with a pinch of port, forget to vacuum until the ceiling fan begins to … Continue reading →

Posted in My Poetry | Tagged Aegean Sea, Angel Uriel Perales, Bosphorus, Dardanelles, Dolce & Gabbana, France, Jisei, Muslims, paroxysmal, Poetry, praelector, Rembrandt, The Anatomy Lesson of Dr. Nicolaes Tulp, Theatrum Anatomicum, Totenkopfring, Umbra Mortis | Leave a comment

Point Blank Supernova

Posted on December 30, 2014 by Rumrazor

The Sun expanded into a huge giant red star and pulverized the Earth whole into dust. Jupiter drifted away and pulled most of the known asteroids out of orbit. We are all floundering out of orbit. Rachel raced north next … Continue reading →

Posted in My Poetry | Tagged Angel Uriel Perales, Apocalypse, Brussels Sprouts, Intracoastal Waterway, Jupiter, Lexus, marram grass, Poetry, Pompano Beach, Red Giant | 1 Comment

Elliot’s Hatred

Posted on December 17, 2014 by Rumrazor

Elliot boiled with hatred. He took walks all around Canoga Park feeling angry and hateful towards the world. “I continued going on my usual long walks every day, feeling angry and hateful towards the world.” His parents separated and divorced. … Continue reading →

Posted in My Poetry | Tagged AMC Theatres, Andre de Lorde, Angel Uriel Perales, BMW, Canoga Park, Elliot Rodger, Giorgio Armani, internet cafe, Poetry, Trader Joe's, World of Warcraft | 2 Comments

Groom of the King’s Close Stool

Posted on December 10, 2014 by Rumrazor

My throat, grimy as the 101, every day I swallow every car on this grimy expressway heading home, step over the grime and dirt of my carpet floor. My heart broke a long time ago, my vacuum only about a … Continue reading →

Posted in My Poetry | Tagged Analepse, Angel Uriel Perales, Close Stool, Desu, Expectoration, Fantomas, Gardyloo, Hepatic Foetor, Panegyric, Peripatetic, Poetry, Somnolence | 2 Comments

Timecoded Tragedy

Posted on December 3, 2014 by Rumrazor

This first world tragedy happened between the hours of 6pm and 7:15pm and unfolded something like this: 18:00- left the abode. I am headed to Crossroads in Studio City because I need a new-for-me used and cheap rain jacket since … Continue reading →

Posted in My Daily Life | Tagged Angel Uriel Perales, Big Dog, Crossroads, General Tso's chicken, hip-hop culture, Laurel Canyon, Pick Up Stix, soy sauce, Studio City, timecode, Ventura Blvd. | Leave a comment

Red Tide of Vieques

Posted on November 11, 2014 by Rumrazor

This story is confused because I am confused, or rather the sailor who told me the story, in the brig, the whole week he seemed to be in a daze, barely stirring, and eating nothing but soup and bread, and … Continue reading →

Posted in Lyrical Prose, My Poetry | Tagged Angel Uriel Perales, Bermuda, Betty Davis, Ceiba tree, Chupacabra, dinoflagellates, epiphany, Isabel, kraken, Lauren Bacall, lyrical prose, Marianne, mermaids, midshipmen, Mirasol Fort, mofongo, Petty Officer, Phrygian cap, Pimlico, Punta Diablo, Sargasso Sea, seadog, Spanish, USS Killen, verbena, Veronica Lake, vibroacoustic disease, Vieques | 3 Comments