To Those Who Have Lost Everything by Francisco X. Alarcón
How quickly everything turns around, more so when I'm feeling thankful. But I suppose that's life, no? I am here, sitting in my office, in a puddle of despair and rain, which has seeped into the room when I wasn't
Prayer by Francisco X. Alarcón
Once in a while, a poem like this needs to be here. Prayer Francisco X. Alarcón I want a god as my accomplice who spends nights in houses of ill repute and gets up late on Saturdays a god who whistles through the streets and trembles before the lips of his lover a god who waits in