love shouts
with tiny hands
at hurricanes
and volcanoes
destroys silences
preceding creations
and never shuts the fuck up
Writings by Esteban A. Martinez, poetry, fiction, rants, speculation and whatever else we want to call writing
Monday, April 17, 2017
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Where are you? by esteban a martinez
you will never hear my words brute tongue did not mean what it said i did not say that i am not good with words you will never hea...
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Wind Chapter One 2 days since christmas. listen to me good. the horse had giant nostrils shooting steam in t...
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the real unreal by esteban didn’t know I’d be here full of loneliness and fear where it’s hard to smell the rain when I ...
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you will never hear my words brute tongue did not mean what it said i did not say that i am not good with words you will never hea...
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