Tuesday, 20 September 2011

Felino A. Soriano

Verified Renditions 57

we’ve connected

                               insomnia’s vocal sporadic presentation

                       &c.             dream, no, not that rendition

of an eye’s persuasive stammer, collecting
behind curtained control
                               various tableaus of marginal realism;

relinquish whole the body’s role
releasing extracted mentions of a meandering hankering:

thrust, trust, reevaluate darkened emblem of misleading wholeness,

myopic dispositional frequency          pardoning extracts of an hour’s
reconstructed meaning

Verified Renditions 58

Profile of the perched
                                               sedentary example,
multilingual mutation
gradated empirical arc

bridge of ascent discovered             esoteric                silk in
dusk’s corporeal shading

reversal of burn this
trust of skeletal grams

oscillating against a charcoal soundness’               comprehensible

Felino A. Soriano is a case manager and advocate for adults with
developmental and physical disabilities.  He has received the Gertrude Stein
“rose” prize for creativity in poetry from Wilderness House Literary Review.
Over 3,100 of his poems have appeared in places such as BlazeVOX, Otoliths,
infinite space, Poetry, Yes, and Fact Simile.  He has had 48 print and
electronic collections of poetry accepted for publication, including
Compatible Aspects of the Disparate Endeavor (NeoPoiesisPress, 2011),
Differences of the Parallel Devotion (Desperanto, 2011), and Identities
—Upon Variations (Moria, 2011).  For information regarding his published
works, editorships, and interviews, please visit: www.felinoasoriano.info.

1 comment:

luiz gustavo said...

october: the crows on my Heaven

flashing lights should
the loneliness of night
strange light

before falling from heaven
would look the shadows

- transformed into dreams -

but let
days that the false
penetrate the fenestrae
fluttering pigments
lips petrified

within a face to the sun
I raise the ratio of pulse
that accelerates
the pace of the steps
until the last minute

so thin
I spend
challenging time
wind oldest
and intriguing

I hear that the years
can change direction
and many years - the horizon -

threw the look
the sky tonight
did not reach the heart