deification of the virgin nymph within my palms the flesh of violet sunsets flips like fish on land my eyes, inheritors of light singular sinkholes punctuating a low sky your love…
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Vita Brevis just published Pain & Renewal: A Poetry Anthology. I have two poems included: The Dark Flag of Pain and Autumn Healing.
“Pain & Renewal features a collection of incredible voices — from Pulitzer and Pushcart prize winners to brand new poets, it’s filled with moving poetry about the highs and lows of the human experience.”
A video presentation of the JaZzArt of Francisco Bravo Cabrera. Please take two minutes to enjoy Francisco’s stunning paintings and music.
First, Francisco in his own words:
My name is Francisco Bravo Cabrera and I consider myself a poet that paints, writes and at times does musical composition. I live and work in Valencia, Spain. I call my work “Jazz Art” because I paint using the definition of Jazz, which is that it must be the performer’s art, that it must have ample improvisation and that it must swing. I apply this definition, more or less, to all of my artistic expressions.
I love to draw because I love the line, the solid, black line, sometimes strong and definite, other times ready to compromise or even to fade away. The line is the artist that creates as he/she performs, improvises and swings.
with this ring I promise you I will erase the shadows of the slave trade locked in the heat of samba in the nights of carnival coins put on the eyes of dead at funerals -forgotten tickets of the unforgotten..
In Spain, the dead are more alive than the dead of any other country in the world. Federico García Lorca
open your veins Andalusia let him drink from your lynx blood inject the rhythms of the flamenco under the coldness of his eyes tattoo his flesh with tiles of azurite pour the sounds of castanets into his arms my fingers swirl the flesh of ripened olives covers the old shroud the flow of blood from the white shirt has stopped I hear his voice there is one cross and you’re my only love my body arches oils flame in my hair a Moorish verse falls from a wall covering my cries
Andalusia I kneel among your cacti fed by salt your wounded lashes resurrected him for yet another night
Thank you to Brian Geiger, the editor of Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine, for publishing my piece “I’ll Return.”
(this poem was initially posted on this blog under another name)
I open my veins in warm waters
each time when you like what I write
the sound of the sands in the darkness
the eyes of the desert are dried
the midnight windows are opened
I jump like a lynx from a cage
dressed in cold winds and in black
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I am here.
I am in the breeze that dries the evening’s sweat from your chest.
I pray covered by petals of fresh roses.
I can smell you: scents of burning suns, oranges, and battered seas.
Hallucinations of an acoustic guitar. Its body shape melts under your fingers like candy on the tongue of a little girl.
You and me running barefoot on cobblestone streets.
The rim of my red dress torn.
Against cracked walls the same night plays with our dreams over and over again like children play with colored kites.
You didn’t think I would come back.
Well, I did.
The secret of a blue hand fan slides on my rosy cheek.
The moon undresses the wings of an angel.