Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

Born in Mexico, Luis lives in California and works in Los Angeles. His poetryhas appeared in Blue Collar Review, Mad Swirl, Unlikely Stories, and YellowMama Webzine. His latest poetry book, Make the Water Laugh, was publishedby Rogue Wolf Press in 2021. His other books and chapbooks have been published by Deadbeat Press, Kendra Steiner Editions, New Polish Beat, Poet’s Democracy, Propaganda Press, Pygmy Forest Press and Ten Pages Press (ebook).

Get Ready

I still have fewer gray hairs than
brown on my thinning noggin.

The trembling has not started yet.
Soon, very soon, that may change.
Life is not everlasting. I do my share
of dreaming and have mad escapades.
I hear the wind whisper, get ready.
I cannot be sure it is the wind.
It could be the brilliant stars or
the little birds that whisper, get ready.
I know that plants do not speak.

Night Moon

The night moon
was as small
as a grain of rice.

The light it shone
was a speck
too tiny to see.

Each night the
moon and Its
light grew much smaller.

With a broom
a witch could
sweep away the moon

and its light
to the famed
Never-Never Land.

The night moon
and its speck
of light is almost

out. I watch
it as it
becomes extinct. The

two of them,
the moon and
its light, are no more.

Kill the Disillusioned

Kill the disillusioned.
Destroy the night 
that hangs in silence.
Punch a hole through words
and the heart inside.
Break the mirror of eyes.
Evoke fear and doubt.
Skin the light from 
the sun and veil the sky
in darkness. Leave a
trembling spirit in limbo.
Take the splendor of
Spring and fill it with
Autumn’s dead flowers.

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