Entering A Life (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
Once I was in love & I think I loved that girlmuch more than she loved me. Would I heal?Would ...
Ernesto Trejo Poems (43 Poems)
A Death In The Family (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
I was off to Los Angeles to the burial of my cousin. The drive, as usual, was tedious, except for ...
The Cloud Unfolding (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
It starts with the picture of my grandfather,machinegunned in his car, Packard De Luxe, 1923.A snapshot with poor composition, slightlyout ...
The Arch Of The Sky Dream (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
1.Swallows crown the afternoon.Your eyes reflected on a silver spoonmake you sob.You take pictures of the sun.A woman with whose ...
This Is What Happened (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
IThis is what happened:She refused to lean on my shoulderand it hurt. The skywas empty and the radio said good ...
E. At The Zocalo (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
At the small zocalo,sipping beer and bored:sunlight was a fading scribblein the West, the heat was ascendinglike a saint, the ...
E. Gives A Name (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
Later, no one knew who named him.No one cared, and the nameblended with his face in the mirrorand the springs ...
The Day Of Vendors (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
Before dawn I called for you,my poem, but you didn't come.I had woken up to the songof the cardinal perchedon ...
August (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
When the sisterof your motherwoke up and blessed the daywith her one eye,when all the pigeonsin the blockprayed in her ...
Near an Air Force Base (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
August. 105 in the shade.In a field we watch the bomberstaking off and landing.The heat over the valleyis a virus ...
Dear Son Letter (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
Dear son I have to explain some things first of all I am not crazy but you would have me ...
The President Is Up Before The Fruit Vendor (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
The president is up before the fruit vendorand goes to bed after the bus driver.He says: History is unfair.If the ...
Today I’ll Sit Still (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
Today I'll sit still.When my dog shuffles over and offers mehis fleas and his soul, I'll turn away.To everything I'll ...
2 a.m. (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
Under the covers, the winds of sleeprock the poppies of your breastsWe close our eyes to this lifeand open them ...
For Jaime Sabines (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
Even God has called it a day.The streets of Tuxtla are emptylike the bottles of white rumafter the party.Crickets hum ...
Cipriana (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
1There were trains that went in the tunnelsand never came out. The eyes of horsesfocused and trotted to their deaths.The ...
Autumn’s End (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
It begins when the TV mentions the name of mystreet,saying in passing that the woman next door hasdied.Yes, the one ...
In Short (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
Let's say that on the corner there is a man.That today his son spread out his armsin a dream in ...
Waiting (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
Still dark. I don't trustthe newspaper that ignores me."The accused murderer hada disturbed childhood."I shouldn't worry. As Ithink this the ...
On Friday Nights (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
On Friday nights I go to the bakery two blocks away and talk to the woman behind the counter. When ...
Tonight This House Speaks (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
Tonight this house speaks to methrough the creaking in the cupboardsand the refrigerator's humming.Believe me, when this house shakesunder my ...
Window Washer (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
It's always August.Before sunuphe leaves the scaffoldand enters the worldof office workers:the raffles of forms,the committeesof pencils,the muted staples.Now he ...
Some Sparrows (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
Lately, I've been watching them, peckingfuriously at the ground,then retreating into the eucalyptus,where they stagger like compassesbefore their tiny hearts ...
Summer (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
Killed a gopherin my garden.Split itwith a shovel.First I cutonly a leg.Could have stoppedthere, buta mutilated gophercan turn usinto what ...
A Good Day (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
Father, one summer I was seven,on a Sunday, the usual dayfor miracles,you held me and my brotherall afternoonslapping the river.Told ...
One Summer (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
Against the elmthat spun its rumorup and down the blockone afternoonyour bike leanedlike a drunkamong othersa pearl of sweaton the ...
It’s Your Name And It’s Also December (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
It's your name and it's also Decemberthe last lights of the town blank outlike the pulse that climbs two churchesand ...
At My Window (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
At my window, I write:Three children in the swingstesting how high they can go,how much the chains will hold.I imagine ...
To The Child Dead In My Larynx (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
Since morning I've been at a burial.I dressed this boy like an angeland took away his name. Cussed him outand ...
E. Curses The Rich (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
San Teodulo, give them vinegar when they thirst.Holy Peter, when they hunger, look the otherway.St. Frigid, if they bleed, have ...