Reading Bolaño by dusk

Really in the dark

A grayish tint speaks of rain

Porch lights go on

In the neighborhood

Hardly a breath quivers

The evening stirs

A draft of shadows

Poetry purrs like a feral cat

Well fed & curled around

A good idea

I’m in recovery

Jazz stitches up the cuts

A book in the hand

Is a sure cure

For the blues

The losses

The bad news

The blood moon



©2014 Fernando Esteban Flores



Author: Fernando Esteban Flores

I am a native Texan residing in San Antonio, graduated from the University of Texas at Austin with a Bachelor of Arts in English and have taught writing at various San Antonio secondary schools.
Brief publication history:
• Juried poet in the Houston Poetry Fest 1998, and 2000; the San Antonio Poetry Festival in 1994 and 1995.
• Published in the Texas Observer, SA Express-News, RiverSedge, Houston Poetry Fest Anthology, the San Antonio Current, Voices de la Luna, The Americas Review, The Maverick Press, Written with a Spoon: a Poet’s Cookbook (an anthology of poetry and recipes by Sherman-Asher Press, Santa Fe, NM), “Is This Forever or What?”(Green Willow Books, Naomi Nye, editor—an imprint of Harper Collins), The Americas Review; nominated for a Pushcart Prize in poetry.


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