by Elidio La Torre Lagares
open for the first time,
there’s this autumn blindness
where you modulate
as a form of murder
it seems that stars
are jolting out of my chest
like live fish
on boiling waters
I am a smoked
field of jasmines
wrapped in cerecloth
weightless,
I deafen the evening
the sky is a dark fishbone
and only the scorched earth
comforts me
as I bead deaf elegies
in the purple night
sadness returns:
it's a place,
an ember
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Elidio La Torre Lagares has published four poetry collections, two of which are available in electronic format: Vicios de construcción (Construction Vices) and Ensayo del vuelo (Flight Rehearsal), which was awarded with the Julia de Burgos National Poetry Award in 2008 in Puerto Rico. He has a short story collection, Septiembre (September), awarded by the Pen Club Puerto Rico in 2000, institution that also recognized La Torre’s first two novels, Historia de un dios pequeño (Tale of a Small God, 2001) and Gracia (Grace, 2004), as the one the best books published in their respective years. His latest novel, Correr tras el viento (Chasing the wind), was successfully released as an e-book late in 2010, ranking number 4 among Amazon Kindle’s best selling list for thrillers/ mystery in Spanish. He currently teaches Creative Writing at the University of Puerto Rico, Río Piedras Campus.
Last updated March 01, 2013