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Other Poems by Radames Ortiz
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When I was like you, I sat On porches, drinking cheap beer The sun beating my face The days blue Between cars, without wind And gates steaming And dogs barking at postal men And Mr. Alvarez watering tomato plants We pissed on when he slept Summer afternoons were like this Fighting in Jose's yard Spitting into coffee cans Smoking joints near the wooden shed Until Fernando falls over, vomiting Into an old tire Where Rodolfo parks the '57 Chevy And I yell, "Fucking Poncho Villa!" Sticking the finger out like a wet flag Where he rushes into the front yard Slapping me across the face My eyes exploding My cheeks burning with heat As he stands over me, yelling In Spanish |
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Radames Ortiz is the author of a chapbook of poems, Below the Surface, which was illustrated by artist Tiziano D. Hernandez. His poems have appeared in Exquisite Corpse, Azimuth, Barriolife.com, Fusion Ink, 2 River View, Adirondack Review, The Mesquite Review, among other journals. His awards include the Fabian Worsham Award for Poetry and the Megaera Award for Poetry.
He is the editor of both The Bayou Review, the literary journal for the University of Houston-Downtown and the online journal Coyote Magazine: Bringing Literature and Art Across Borders. |
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