Two Lamps
When two lamps dim, much less hearts, words, pictures, thoughts fade out in spite of the moon, stars, lights of glowing universes and reveries. In another life, perhaps lamps and […]
I write
(Calligraphy painting, 2012)
Wine
A slender bottle of red wine mulled and filled your heart over those melting years with liquified kisses, serenades and sundry other songs severely you drank, intensely you loved, vigorously […]
Performance
As Yet Unwritten When does poetry unfold? Does it unfold the moment I lift my hand, lift a pen, let it drip, dip into ink, paper, water, wood, sand, stone […]
For Good
Unlock my luck secrets bound in chains and locks trailing, brushing against five fingers and thoughts in trains of mindlessness over matters, light and heavy. When your strapping arms open […]
Even
Even Tonight does not have to end after twelve even if morning comes a split second after while you are at the other side of the world your evening is […]
Peces de Luz
Fishes of Light / Peces de Luz Calligraphy (Marjorie Evasco & Alex Fleites, Sipat © 2013)
Poetry Reading
(Vargas Museum, 2013)
Appeased
After a few months of make-believe, several erratic days, hours of missed sleep, minutes of breathtaking encounters, seconds of loving, I choose to move on. I recall telling you […]
Exhibition
Year End
While on board, five hundred knots of clouds and words propel my train of thought into fresh (water, please) streams of (plain soda) consciousness ploughing the seamless atmosphere. Turbulent spasms […]
#forloveandpoetry
This is for love and for poetry.
For Love and Poetry
Many have attempted to define ‘love’ with concurring and dissenting perspectives. But one thing remains true: We believe it. For love and poetry explores different, personal recollections and stories as […]
Comme j’ai toujours
When you finally conquer the famed limelight, the ruby-studded carpet of stardom, the rousing clamor of bedazzled admirers and lovers of your innocence— When you finally seize the most coveted […]
Madman
Sometimes I hear the clock tick, sometimes I don’t. Other times, it ticks so loud, louder than heartbeats rushing. Whenever I’m alone in a quiet room, in a […]
