The poetry of Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

Splintered Stars

The splintered stars
gaze at us
with envy.
They want to walk
the earth and
stop shining.

Instead of light
they want limbs,
arms and legs.
They want a heart.
They want to
touch and feel.

The multitude
of them want
to come down
and trade places
with us for
just one day.




The Voice

Her voice
swept tears

She kept
things calm
and cool.

At night
the moon
stared at

her and
in awe.




A Road in the Making

I wake up in a sea
where there is no water.
I trod upon a desert
where the sea used to be.
Glancing at the sand
I can see a road
in the making.
There is a road here
and a sea in the distance.
My footsteps will guide me.

Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal, born in Mexico, lives in California and works in the mental health field in Los Angeles. His first book of poems, Raw Materials, was published by Pygmy Forest Press. His poetry has been published by Alternating Current Press, Deadbeat Press, New Polish Beat, Poet’s Democracy, and Ten Pages Press. His latest chapbook, Make the Light Mine, was published by Kendra Steiner Editions.

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