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Pablo Otavalo: You Wake Up

and one day you are a vermin. And
your brother a vermin
and your son is a vermin.

May 8, 2025 · 9 Comments

Pablo Otavalo: Scorched Earth, Illinois

the bears never seemed to wander
far, they just milled around town, knocked down
a few garbage cans and waited to be brought back
to their pens

December 17, 2024 · 17 Comments

Pablo Otavalo: Caravaggio, Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio

cutthroat, villain, body carved in light cut through a valley of darkness the gods and us and saints sickly and angry and Christ himself a body. Vagrant your thoughts and … Continue reading

September 15, 2024 · Leave a comment

Pablo Otavalo: Étude

On the outstretched arm of a pinwheel galaxy
and doomed to be free. Into the bonfire
the vanities, as into a cave
the light.

August 29, 2024 · 11 Comments

Pablo Otavalo: If you stood any closer you’d be underground

Help me dress these wounds with words

August 6, 2024 · 7 Comments

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