Gwen Calvo

“The edge of the sea masks a clock that marks the waves.”

“Everything is blood and vines. The mark of another day of revolving the body exact And the sky is ours our hope our blue our silence our throat of burning wildflowers.”

“She is his word his love she brings the blood back to his lips.”

“Hit me with spit on the wounds.”

“Wait for it to rain and then go out into the street.”

“Finding yourself with your loves gives blood to existence, looking at one another seeing the universe.”

“lips, red, ruby, like the blood, like the voice.”

“The only thing I know about me is that it is you.”

“Loving you is kissing the night, exposing the scars, words in flames, for every drop and for every life.”

“Sunflowers hellos from gate to gate. The hour at the square. Candy, art, books, look. A warmth given. Beauties with rain forest hair Walk by the clock tower. Sunlight of neon, the keys inside their eyes. No storms. Traffic sounds, salt air. Salt that moves the thirst and destroys all the fears.”

“Music repairs us when it breaks the silence.”