le caminé la noche

poem-a-day april 02-08 2025

This April I am writing poems! Writing poems to get back into poem-writing after a few months spent busy writing differently. It feels pretty great to return to poetry, and I’m finding myself writing more than one poem a day. Here’s my selection of poems for each day from the first week of April 2025 — some in english, others in spanish. Enjoy & check back next week for another week of poems <3

Click here to read the poem from April 1st.

02 April

Lots of life
emptied
by scalpers

sold for pieces
change slots time
brass token carried

head stones
on shoulders
I bet you’d
think me 
already
gone

03 April

There are birds
many small, tiny birds
all flying in a circle
and in the centre
there is 
a light
and it is
bright
and the birds
are singing 
its song
and it is 
beautiful.

04 April

Ants clean concreted soil
gather petals and leaves 
for homes they make 
beneath

for excavations
their seeds hide
in dark tunnels 
damp labyrinths 

where light from dirt
food grows and the young
warm, worm in their small world
sleep while

a queen below
lays awake
birthing generations.

05 April

Fingía respectar las leyes
físicas del espacio y movilidad
la red de grados extremos 
se hundió por la oscurísima gravedad  
de una estrella que quemaba
todo que había vivido 
o había querido vivir
en su pesado entorno 

la pulsión ante lo que brillaba
me propuso un baile 
sin pasos rectos descubrimos
que jalan los cuerpos con masa
hacia otros cuerpos masivos 
aún más en cuanto acerquen 
hasta que se toquen ambos
la ley de diferencias
fuera reina de todo.

06 April

I was watching the crabs
scurry along the rocks
when the sun reflected off
one of their shells and
into my eye, I went blind
for a moment and only heard
the rush of the sea, and
collapsed having heard
the crab’s secret
deep within my mind’s ear.

07 April

The stem of my legs
breaks with the force of falling
not like the last time
when knots unbound me and
let me go

where I’ve been before is
like where I went was
so I fall into the clear pool 
of memories

splash as I crash into its surface
breaking the tension of time
as I drift deeper down 
looking up to the roof
of the water
feeling the sensation 
of fish
at my feet.

08 April 2025

Le caminé la noche
con la mano agarrando 
la correa

jalándole
entre callejones 
estrechos
sin banqueta

sosteniéndole  
una fuerza menor 

me llevó hacia un árbol 
fingiéndose olfatear 
su tronco
adornado de bichos
trozos de musgos

se desdobló
se soltó 
la noche
repentinamente
se corrió
hacia el horizonte 
siempre ausente

a nardos y tule 
olió esa noche 
tras sus huellas 
fugaces
le seguía 
cortando el air

los granos 
del suelo
por su huida 
me alcanzaron
me ardieron los ojos

apenas 
se me recordaron 
que la noche 
tan huidiza
me dejó 
sin despedirse 
y se llevó con él
mi querida 
correa.