Fernando Flores — The Monarch Review
the children in rags – the fire-breathers – myself – Fernando Flores
Tuesday, July 31, 2012 12:35 — 1 Comment
Reynosa: that grey border city where I was born, now submerged under water after the drugstorm. I was born in a hospital downtown that was demolished five years after, but that’s when the city first made an impression on me, even then, still a young boy, around the time my family made the move to the US. My father grabbed a dark brick from the site as a memento and brought it back like a powdery loaf of burned bread to take with us across. I remember Reynosa grainy now, like an old Italian film or footage of the first […]
Living – Fernando Flores
Thursday, March 3, 2011 12:09 — 4 Comments
with turquoise hanging from your touch
What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney
