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Empire At Close Quarters

A Poem by G. Cedillo

I’ve such exciting news to tell you now, in case we never meet.All the cultural forces that keep iron bars cold and unbendinghave broken open. A..

By Whatever Magic

A Poem by G. Cedillo

Look. We are nowhere near home. The carescaped too many distracted lefts and rightsin the early morning dark, neither of us kept count.Anyway, I&rsquo..

We Memorise How To Forget

A Poem by G. Cedillo

I, too, have forgotten how to be a man. Somehow forgotten how the hinges of doors workso stay outside in night’s cold protecting my heart. Quain..

Rent Poem

A Poem by G. Cedillo

In here, I can say anything. I can demand a half-hour more in bed in the morning-- before the inevitable paper taped to my door, before public scrutin..

Mash Note

A Poem by G. Cedillo

I am a piece of creased paper forced to encounter its own edges. I fold back toward odd configurations. Crumpled face wrecked by wrinkles and faults. ..

First Night with

A Poem by G. Cedillo

Doesn’t matter that I brought you dance with any man who advances on your elbow nudges at your sides or beckons the well known secret beneath fi..

Busboy Diaries

A Poem by G. Cedillo

In the stairwell where the servers store extra tables and chairs, I hear, two men started fighting midday, the lunch shift, with the restaurant at ful..

Coyote

A Poem by G. Cedillo

Autumn. The day’s last light lies down with mein unkempt fields of coastal grass, exhausted. This strenuous season makes far-off dogshowl stray ..

When The Moment Finally Comes

A Poem by G. Cedillo

when the moment comes, when all its attendant feelings stretch, rise from the too-small bed of your mind, when all your approaches and false-starts..

The First Mountain and Me

A Poem by G. Cedillo

Your tongue is an amber lake at sunset. I walk around hearing it’s lapping edge.You’re the first mountain and me, I am an arm of fire agai..