Albert Albaladejo
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Tonight looked as the Miramar did
Tonight looked as the Miramar did
Reading through the rages which twilight hid
Twinge of white and red bound together easy for sight
In that steam night of Miramar’s light.
Arabesques and arches resounding Caesar’s ring
In lands unimaginable by both Moor and King.
Wherefore is wood and wherefore the ardour
In this land of men rapt by endless [...]
Bread and Water and Love
Paniagua was so named from an early Spanish settler’s misspelled contraction of pan y agua, meaning literally “bread and water”. Places were onced named for their distinguishing characteristics unlike today, and if one’s eyes were to be laid upon the solitary quality of this westerly land one would see as why a [...]
Torrid Fates
i’ll fold the sea.
and beneath its madness wing
refuge of you. and to me
what scent you sing
will set us living free.
such face, my lover,
of your likeness
within oldest fire
posing as the torrid Fates,
without soft touch and of true word.
drying off brightly the salt of young.
into what holy fold
dost my fingers probe?
from whence this total cold?
not yet, no, [...]
we live together
We live together-
you and i. a tiny
level spoon of roots
and infinitesimal rheumatoid.
in a house divinely dusty,
lit by terrifying blue sun.
“do not fear!”
“do not fear!”
