On the day of the dead, Pablo put his pants on one mummified foot at a time. It wasn't his fault; rain was the true culprit. Clouds followed his feet for years, poured whenever he tried to cut bread in the city of glass. His soles cracked, sprouted roots. Julia entertained on her balcony, levitated intimate secrets. People on Beaker Street attributed her faculties to a santero visiting her family on the day she was born. She stood tall and elegant like the mountains to the south of Pablo's home. Her face had all the traces of an unforgettable pain. Julia found the last bottle of rum hidden in the trash before the wedding. She bled her life into that gutter. Pablo was one mummified foot at a time closer to banging pots and starvation, orders from the dictator. They are gone, but I keep their marriage vows to read aloud on the day of the dead.
Sergio Ortiz, Puerto Rico
previously published in Yellow Medicine Review
previously published in Yellow Medicine Review
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Ortiz has a B.A. in English literature from Inter-American University, and a M.A. in philosophy from World University.
His poems have been published, or are forthcoming in over 100 other journals and anthologies. His first chapbook,
At the Tail End of Dusk, was published in October of 2009 by Flutter Press
This is beautiful. Thanks for introducing Ortiz.
I love magical reallism and poetry and this combination of both is wonderful!
These images are so vivid and so powerful, particularly for today.
Like this one a lot.
Reaaly stunning prose.
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