His message is urgent and entangled. — A femtosecond rendering of an uncanny head; smiling, like a mischievous 20-year old Ernesto Guevara. Hair vantablack; long at the top, left side, and back — right side barren, ersatz follicles no longer work; here, a meta-ink embed reads: a writer takes its pen to write the words again that all…

Polyglot Poem — English and Spanish — Towers fell and up flew metaphors, lamentations. A drone, Herzog ersatz, shot the collapse. No more blue pulsar impressions. The staff chilled Hope in their icebox (The most desired reply). Instruments probed cold, vast, void; Crashed and carved unknown pleasures. We missed the cosmic bus, Delayed by stale supremacies; Old…

Polyglot Poem — Spanish and English — eight crows fly overhead, sky-high photons play with sixteen black wings, black blocks sky-lit blue; a cicada — one of millions, falling wings to Gaia’s rhythm, & in my headphones Albizu bursts: They who do not respect Truth Do not respect their Mother. Spanish version (Original) ocho cuervos vuelan alto; luz azul, cielando —…