Alveraz Ricardez

On a personal note...

March 23rd, 2008. Unless you want to read a long-winded cathartic diatribe, you may want to retreat back into the whacky world of Myspace and skip this one. I don’t know how long, or sh...
Posted by Alveraz Ricardez on Sun, 23 Mar 2008 01:10:00 PST

wingless willeby

2:20pm8 year-old, Meredith Baxter of Chesapeake Lane clips thewings of her de-saturated yellow canary, Willeby.Nine minutes before he dies. 2:21pmWith the smack of her squeal, Willeby is...
Posted by Alveraz Ricardez on Tue, 20 Nov 2007 12:00:00 PST

this little piggy goes splat

Cotton Dupree was a lampshade makerBellied within the cracked cement pasturesOf Haleytown, Georgia Sing us a song of white plum trees, CottonRead us a story of wormwood and jam The freew...
Posted by Alveraz Ricardez on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 12:54:00 PST

faster than you

Blind but inspired by the smell of dogshitLudovisio named her rutabagaThe hot rocket of 1849 sidecars The discipline of opiates and American showtunesA mild cacophony of perfect crimes withi...
Posted by Alveraz Ricardez on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 12:21:00 PST

pinch of salt

The fall of riddle and rhymeMy grandmother called her pepper street girlThe one who found a way out of prose andInto the free world Listen to her yawn over roasted formBored stanza and tired m...
Posted by Alveraz Ricardez on Fri, 30 Mar 2007 01:12:00 PST

the plain ride home

Lola & Lucia The caramel fingers of Lucia BaroquezSnap the levee and flood the Tennessee tract of Miss Lola McGinleyAnd her fortunate vacation Hours from now, moist by the cylinderOf her flight...
Posted by Alveraz Ricardez on Sat, 03 Mar 2007 10:15:00 PST

six stories over pavement

The flying italianHow about we dine on a herd of kangaroo?We should bounce our most preciousItems out this window in memory of them. We can start with my television and workOur way into the bath...
Posted by Alveraz Ricardez on Wed, 07 Feb 2007 06:37:00 PST

diesel pizza and chum

a few notes from the road...It's easy to wander in the pine of Washington. The drivers we pass have peach cheeks. No one dyes their hair and they have worn headrests. They drive slower. We notice them...
Posted by Alveraz Ricardez on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 10:47:00 PST

pocket full of venison

Letter #36Dear Helen, What day did God create Woman? That look on your face suggests you do not remember Genesis. If it comes to you please let me know. The tips of possum ribs remind me of th...
Posted by Alveraz Ricardez on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 08:15:00 PST

The girl I met on the road

The Girl One finger of Missouri wind snaps around her nipple like a cowboyA bold line of courtly pigeons flank their pale GweneveirePrepared for escort Her toes engage the cool stone ...
Posted by Alveraz Ricardez on Thu, 25 Jan 2007 12:44:00 PST