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Ernesto Trejo's Poetry, by title

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  • 2 a.m.
    Under the covers, the winds of sleep
    rock the poppies of your breasts
    26 lines, 6 comments
  • A Death In The Family
    I was off to Los Angeles to the burial of my cousin. The drive, as usual, was tedious, except for the sunset in the mountains and the stops to sip coffee from t
    10 lines
  • A Good Day
    Father, one summer I was seven,
    on a Sunday, the usual day
    25 lines, 1 comment
  • All These Years
    the lord of Ravenna
    has been kind.
    20 lines, 2 comments
  • At Dawn
    The spirit surges among branches.
    The nervous laughter of blackbirds
    9 lines, 5 comments
  • At My Window
    At my window, I write:
    Three children in the swings
    26 lines, 2 comments
  • August
    When the sister
    of your mother
    40 lines, 3 comments
  • Autumn Postcards
    An arrowhead of birds heading South.
    On a Greyhound bus, field workers
    11 lines, 1 comment
  • Autumn's End
    It begins when the TV mentions the name of my
    street,
    28 lines, 2 comments
  • Because
    I spilled the coins
    from my mouth and called it quits
    19 lines
  • Cipriana
    There were trains that went in the tunnels
    and never came out. The eyes of horses
    24 lines
  • Clouds
    At dawn
    they are
    25 lines
  • Dear Son Letter
    Dear son I have to explain some things first of all I am not crazy but you would have me and the world belive otherwise insanity not even momentarily has ever i
    1 lines
  • E. At The Zocalo
    At the small zocalo,
    sipping beer and bored:
    34 lines
  • E. Curses The Rich
    San Teodulo, give them vinegar when they thirst.
    Holy Peter, when they hunger, look the other
    17 lines
  • E. Gives A Name
    Later, no one knew who named him.
    No one cared, and the name
    37 lines
  • E. Is In Love
    What fire glows under her skirt! What
    sparrow is gnawing at his heart!
    23 lines
  • Entering A Life
    Once I was in love & I think I loved that girl
    much more than she loved me. Would I heal?
    125 lines
  • For Jaime Sabines
    Even God has called it a day.
    The streets of Tuxtla are empty
    29 lines, 2 comments
  • I Will Tell You
    I will tell you, Alighieri,
    why yesterday you couldn't write.
    25 lines
  • In Short
    Let's say that on the corner there is a man.
    That today his son spread out his arms
    22 lines
  • It's Your Name And It's Also December
    It's your name and it's also December
    the last lights of the town blank out
    23 lines, 3 comments
  • Like The Earth
    My little one, you are finally
    here. So much like the earth,
    24 lines
  • My Tongue Is The Tongue
    of Italian women
    who squeeze eggplants
    11 lines, 6 comments
  • Near an Air Force Base
    August. 105 in the shade.
    In a field we watch the bombers
    36 lines, 2 comments
  • On A Birthday
    I learn one thing:
    death is no longer
    23 lines, 1 comment
  • On Friday Nights
    On Friday nights I go to the bakery two blocks away and talk to the woman behind the counter. When the customers leave, she moves around pretending not to see m
    4 lines, 1 comment
  • One Summer
    Against the elm
    that spun its rumor
    37 lines, 1 comment
  • Poem
    The night dances
    in the flight
    9 lines, 4 comments
  • Red
    One time
    the whole world wore red.
    16 lines, 2 comments
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