Tag Archives: Michael Caylo-Baradi

After Another Saturday Night

I followed the flight of birds trying to take me away from the comforts of a panoramic ocean view. Indeed, the music from Spotify struggles to convert me to last night’s level of cool, while the large painting on the … Continue reading

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Punctuated Lullaby

Sometimes I write about you into a series of lines around a moon, begging for hints that give bathroom mirrors new ways of unmasking fictions on a face. I see your eyes before each period policing me, telling me to hush already, … Continue reading

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An Autopsy for Another Weekend Night

I’m undressing you again, under the edicts of porn. The conspiracy began a long time ago, reducing us to bare essentials, the way twilights simplify the sun to candlelight weeping for more, on the curves and edges of heat. This … Continue reading

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In the Age of Innocence,

I’m partial to the beauty of the city, each time you muscle me with tales mustering us into a glow faint as distant stars. We restore tears in this sanctum, and use the body to weep, and sweat into beads, … Continue reading

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Marrakech

drifts around your tongue littered with souks, alleys & nights distilled in silhouettes expanding in overlapping thumbprints * As always, thirst levitates through a garden of hair beyond navels & beards into an architecture of curves built for ablutions & … Continue reading

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This hollow

is an assembly of bones, connected by scars crisscrossing each other into streets and alleys. Their corners are named by overlapping memories of things ancient, or as recent as the way you turn your face away from me, to capture … Continue reading

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Persistent Stories

of bodies crossing borderlines engorge the pitch of soundbites, and colonize revolutions in our blender. The camera distills their movements as new residents in the prison system of prejudice, incarcerated in speech fat with lists of violations that define a … Continue reading

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