• dominguez commented on the post, shapes 1 year, 11 months ago

    if i am a triangle, where do you reside in the geometry of our collision? if you are a circle, might we negotiate other polygons? if we are line, then what point is our beginning, our end?

  • dominguez commented on the post, globe 4 years, 10 months ago

    upon this sphere, a three-dimensional circle of love and death. I put it into a spin and throw a dart at it from space, it lands in the middle of some ocean, so I pack my bags and begin the journey.

  • dominguez commented on the post, interview 4 years, 10 months ago

    the suit was scratchy. I had a cold. the coffee spilled onto my tie. a taxi drove in a puddle that splashed on my pants. the subway was delayed. hired.

  • dominguez commented on the post, regrowth 4 years, 10 months ago

    a lizard’s tail, a branch, shaved beards. I interrogate these cells, “How?” For I want to unlock their secret so that I may apply it to my heart.

  • dominguez commented on the post, beyond 4 years, 11 months ago

    there is an edge somewhere, a limit outside of which we cannot peer. I reach my hand into it, but by reaching, I create a new limit, outside of which we cannot peer. I reach my hand into it, but by reaching, I create a new limit, outside of which we cannot peer.

  • dominguez commented on the post, fiery 4 years, 11 months ago

    the heart is ice. the heart is flame. the heart is wind. the heart is earth. the heart is metal. I am consumed by the elements, and my soul is a cycle that sublimates, precipitates, solidifies, liquifies, and evaporates as the gravity of your eyes shines onto me.

  • upon the table is the void around which the dinner rotates. the clank of the silver, the smack of the chewing, the bits of conversation are all sucked into this black hole, unable to escape, but perhaps being spit out somewhere on the other side of the universe, or in a different universe altogether.

  • dominguez commented on the post, takeoff 5 years ago

    from this perpetually unfinished launchpad, the rocket remains in the stage of blueprint. a few chicken scratches on the paper. we have run out of concrete, so we lay foundations of wood that most certainly will conflagrate the moment of ignition. no moons. no clouds. a treetop may as well be the other side of the universe.

  • dominguez commented on the post, apologetic 5 years, 1 month ago

    in the dream, we hug, deeply, underneath some storm cloud. or perhaps it is sunshine or the type of weather that augurs Armageddon. in any event, my skin softens, and the tears bath my smile.

  • dominguez commented on the post, hardly 5 years, 1 month ago

    softly, he hammered the nail into the board. softly, the diamond cut the iron. softly, a punch shattered four ribs. softly, the plane crashed into the mountain. softly, my heart broke as you smiled. softly.

  • dominguez commented on the post, merciful 5 years, 1 month ago

    i forgive you, out of revenge. my mercy is malice. i forget in order to remember. i want you to be healed so that the pain becomes eternal.

  • dominguez commented on the post, sweep 5 years, 1 month ago

    sweeping meteorites and fingernails. there are those corners we cannot get unless we stoop, onto our knees and deploy the magnifying glasses and needles. perhaps a gentle blow to dislodge the dust, or a flame to test the will of its bonds.

  • dominguez commented on the post, chores 5 years, 3 months ago

    sweeping, scrubbing, mowing. we manicure the overgrowths of history so that we might have space to relax and feel clean and proper. but, secretly, we yearn for the accumulated dirt, and from the socks tossed aside and leftover milk, we imagine the castles we could construct.

  • dominguez commented on the post, single 5 years, 7 months ago

    the single is the unit of the whole, and the whole is the unit of the single. the two are eternally necessary, which is to say, the single is impossible, and the foundation of all existence rests upon this fact of dialogue and love.

  • dominguez commented on the post, bricks 6 years, 7 months ago

    bricks, heated mud that make hearth. the softest most insignificant dirt, passing through the flames of creation, become walls, necessary shelter and impossible barriers at the same time.

  • dominguez commented on the post, sentenced 6 years, 8 months ago

    Sentenced to be a writer. Whatever the transgression, whatever the evidence of guilt, he was now condemned to a life without parole to execute himself in and through his poetry.

  • dominguez commented on the post, bleeding 6 years, 8 months ago

    bleeding a silent fluid from things not cut. so hard to find attention for such invisible wounds, and when I plea for stitches or bandages, I am looked upon as healthy fool, triaged always into the wrong branch.

  • dominguez commented on the post, fatigue 6 years, 9 months ago

    where we feel fatigue. sometimes in the muscles. sometimes in bone. the fatigue of marrow, flesh. a tired mind. an exhausted heart. we wear our fatigues, on an in our bodies. a camouflage that hides nothing, but exposes us to death despite our best efforts to blend in with the landscape.

  • dominguez commented on the post, sanctity 6 years, 9 months ago

    the sacredness of profanity. my sanctity, my sweet holiness, only found in the baptismal of the gutter, the confirmation of trash, and the forgiveness of toxic fumes.

  • dominguez commented on the post, plays 6 years, 9 months ago

    plays, slightly veiled. the bedroom, an unconscious. spies behind the doors closed, never fully closed in such an old house, such an old, creaky house that warps with the seasons disallowing any airtight enclosure, as though the house itself, so necessarily full of secrets, requires places that allow the secrets to seep in and out, in and out.