Articles by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

Poem

Luis has published poems online and in print at Blue Collar Review, Guerrilla Poetics Project, Mad Swirl, Unlikely Stories, and Yellow Mama Magazine.

"...Where is the tooth fairy in all of this?..."

"...immaculate lawn and fluffy cushions..."

"...loss of things you used to have..."

"... there was a calm like never before..."

"...In January I could start off fresh..."

"...despondent as all hope is slain..."

"I got nothing to give, reader..."

"...This path was carved for me..."

"...Whoever put this curse on my life..."

"...I am old in my dream..."

"...There will be a text..."

"...a hat with a black spider logo..."

"...Bathed in salt rain you will find me..."

"...I will not tell you the name of the poem..."

"...My invitation is only for you..."

"...Astronomers can watch the skies like a math problem..."

"...until a thought came to my head..."

"...Poetry tries to take this curse..."

"...dark places where light is just a flicker of hope..."

"...Was it pointless to hope and hope every day?..."

"...Heartbreak will get you to drinking..."

"...Every sweet heart will break..."

"...I rid myself of the noise that clutters the brain..."

"...Death says nothing at the door...."

"...distant like the love I am over with..."

"...They think I have lost my mind...."

"...Replaced, altered, that is how I feel...."

"...Its laughter was sharp and loud...."

"...this man, who knows not how to be..."

"...Things can

"...I do this and that for a living..."

"...He says he is going to make a movie..."

"Nothing is easy as you grow too old..."

"...They battle it out with the dying..."

"...you swallowed shadows that you mistook for water..."

"...I rinse the doldrums out of my hair..."

"...The machine is never satiated..."

"...Be kind to those around you..."

"...go out without feeling self-conscious...."

"... In the morning your woes will still be waiting..."

"...His words were like magic and beauty..."

"...autumn’s coffin brought a funeral feeling on its first day..."

"... I will come back like the ghost of nightmares..."

"...It is too distant for me to know..."

"...I never prepared to feel like this..."

"...It takes you to old and new places..."

"...as if the abyss was here only for me..."

"...such suffering as fire raged all around..."

"...ash in the streets and downriver..."

"...the intimacy of song, the air whispering..."

"...Seasons and time come and go..."

"...Who creates such woe? ..."