G. Cedillo : Writing

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

A Poem by G. Cedillo


Magic involves caring quickly for one version of meaningbefore it becomes another. How fragile your flowers hangwrapped in white paper when, offered i..
Paris Syndrome

Paris Syndrome

A Poem by G. Cedillo


I shouldn’t be telling you this, but in our final yearof yet another disastrous reign, an outbreak spreadover, in, and across every sentimental ..
To All The Women I Ever Ghosted

To All The Women I Ever Ghosted

A Poem by G. Cedillo


for Elizabeth, 2019Like handshakes at evening, we metwaiting for the clock to fall fast asleep or else ignore us. Those old seducers,they played the c..
Sigur Rós

Sigur Rós

A Poem by G. Cedillo


1.An hour until showtime. What friends will later describeas puberal, the soft down of their hairlinesbecomes an experience all its own as they throbi..
VCR

VCR

A Poem by G. Cedillo


1.But our eyes dim as we look out and away.A scene whorls in front of us. We only acceptdeception before a curtain fall. Who really likes it?If only t..
Austin, TX

Austin, TX

A Poem by G. Cedillo


Pre-dawn like a long holiday stillness, I’d carry the dog to the car and findan open coffeehouse for a quick cupbefore dedicating myself to the ..
All is Well

All is Well

A Poem by G. Cedillo


An often told joke goes like this: three ironworkers eat their lunch 800 ft. atop a New York City skyscrapercomplaining about the same meal day in and..
I Live in The Twenty-First Century

I Live in The Twenty-First Century

A Poem by G. Cedillo


What is a clock but another cheese grater hacking away at an infinite block of rich,fermented time? Can you imagine a world where that clock’s n..
The Moth

The Moth

A Poem by G. Cedillo


Later when the moon’s sand illuminatesnight-whipped palm trees, streetlight interstices cut in glass, the morning’s full-size mirror not y..
Because i love you, and you are alive, an elegy

Because i love you, and you are alive, an elegy

A Poem by G. Cedillo


It’s been a day like a Wednesday and all day it’s felt like evening. No one’s come to flip the switch on every unlit..

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