FOUR FEATHERS PRESS ONLINE EDITION: DEAD DAYS Send up to three poems on the subject of or at least mentioning the words dead and/or day, totaling up to 150 lines in length, in the body of an email message or attached in a Word file to donkingfishercampbell@gmail.com by 11:59 PM PST on November 15th. No PDF's please. Color artwork is also desired. Please send in JPG form. No late submissions accepted. Poets and artists published in Four Feathers Press Online Edition: Dead Days will be published online and invited to read at the Saturday Afternoon Poetry Zoom meeting on Saturday, November 16th between 3 and 5 pm PST.

Monday, November 11, 2024

Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

She’s an Angel


She could have wings

and fly outside.

I hear she’s an 

angel. Water 

fills my eyes. A

deep longing fills

my heart. A bird

and a cricket

sing. The dead smile.

She’s an angel.

Perhaps she’s more

than that. When she’s

in the world I 

go over to

her. The mundane 

fills with life. She’s 

simply lovely.

The more I see

her and hear her

makes me happy.




I Return Another Day


On this page

I feel so lost.

I try to 

vault somewhere else.


I return 

another day

when the wind

whispers my name.

Wide awake,


I sing a silent hymn.


The mermaids 

expose themselves.

In the sea,

I find myself.


I swim out 

to the mermaids

past the sharks,

drunken sailors,

and pirates


for a love out of reach.




My Eyes


My eyes reach the horizon.

They are the sun in the day

and the moon in the night.


My eyes are filled with hope

which makes it easy for them

to believe and be deceived.


My flesh is pink and pure.

It burns in the sun and 

it burns for true love.


I am far from the sun and 

the moon, but my eyes are

one with the sun and moon.


I see life in an awkward light.

I might need someone 

like a witch or eye doctor.


I am the elusive dream of

the sun and moon too

grandiose for this world.


My arms extend toward

the sun and moon, but

only my eyes could reach them.


I have an imaginary bird

that flies to the sun and

does not burn or turn to ash.


I walk on the shore of the

ocean at night and walk

on the moon’s reflection.


Some people would kill to

have my eyes, to be the sun

and the moon in the sky.


My eyes are filled with hope.

They are naked and have

no need for eyeglasses.


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