GRAN NOPAL

Mi nopalito stands before the Milky Way
barrel-chested, insolente en frente de los astros,
bien, bien en bloom, casi emplumado, adumbrated
past simple premonition.

Mi nopalito shadows constellations disguised
as stars as we are mostly animals made stars with spines
extending from the pads of our flanks, our very stubby
appendages and flippers.

 Mi nopalito mucilaginous in texture, poised to inherit
the procession of jaguars, monkeys, and vultures
effulgent ingénues clustered down the vertebrae
of the trenches of stars

POESIA POR LA RED LINE: NANCE, DE ANDA, AND HILL

Iris De Anda, Ryan Nance, and Sean Hill doing their thing on the Red Line of the L.A. Metro,

CLUB ATLETICO BOCA JRS

ODE TO RIQUELME

Here I am reading "Ode to Riquelme" at the entrance to the Hollywood/Vine Red Line Metro stop to no one in particular and everyone in specific.

MY HAIR IS A FANATICAL QUILL

This is a little video I edited of myself reading a poem, "My Hair is a Fanatical Quill" on the Union Station platform of the Red Line of the Los Angeles Metro. I was reading my poems as Poesia para la Gente, a reading series curated by Jessica Ceballos and funded by Ave 50 Studios in Highland Park.