Tag Archives: Poetry

The Verdant Heart

Posted on August 9, 2017 by Rumrazor

We all grow nostalgic of a simpler past, of when life was not as complicated. I am a bit nostalgic of my childhood when I didn’t have the pressing concerns and anxieties and responsibilities of adulthood. An angle on this … Continue reading →

Posted in Featured Writer | Tagged Allegory, Kelli Alexander, Nostalgia, Poetry, Verdant, Virginal | Leave a comment

Cantankerous Tankas

Posted on June 29, 2017 by Rumrazor

I attended an excellent Tanka workshop with Genie Nakano and I fell in love with the Tanka format. I adore Tankas. My new writing thrill. I am having fun with them. To that end, I asked a few choice friends … Continue reading →

Posted in My Poetry | Tagged Angel Uriel Perales, Christopher Day, David Nordling, Genie Nakano, Marie Lecrivain, Matt Henry, Poetry, Tanka | Leave a comment

Actuality Film: 9/11

Posted on September 9, 2015 by Rumrazor

ROTAS Tuesday, dark before dawn, September, Rachel left her essence on my bed. Shoes, my shoe size has not changed, St. Agnes. This morning I sat on the side of my bed scratching my Tycho Brahe nose, sniffling and shaking … Continue reading →

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With Girlfriends Like These

Posted on September 3, 2015 by Rumrazor

Historically humans can be known by their latrines, traced by the detritus in their wake, Calomel at abandoned campsites, Dr. Rush’s little pills. Fish, eggs, garlic, the homeless in the dumpsters, about as obnoxious as Fordyce spots. Mithras wearing surgical … Continue reading →

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Hello

Posted on August 20, 2015 by Rumrazor

Hello, another funeral, another trip home. When the clouds part and the plane dips north to south, like it always does, I see that shoreline creeping over to that crooked finger in the distance. I have to steel myself and … Continue reading →

Posted in My Poetry | Tagged Angel Uriel Perales, Caliban, El Fangito, El Morro, La Garita, La Perla, medalla, Poetry, Puerto Rico, San Juan | Leave a comment

Six Faces

Posted on August 19, 2015 by Rumrazor

I live in a miasma of ashes and the haze of Southern Comfort, speaking molasses, stuck in sorghum, and the only sweetness in this life was watching her smoke Newport Lights out of the hexahedron. The tiled table top holds … Continue reading →

Posted in My Poetry | Tagged Angel Uriel Perales, dominoes, halitosis, hexahedron, miasma, molasses, Newport Lights, Peach Schnapps, Poetry, sorghum, Southern Comfort | 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 →

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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