He started out

as a bone

that was buried

like a seed.


Next thing you know

flesh covered

the bone and hair

filled the flesh.


A whole person

was fashioned

and there were more

bones and a


head that spoke and

howled like a

wolf. There was a

moon above


that was formed from

a flash of

lightning. The stars

came from it


as well and the

birds grew from

the tiniest

bones. Their song


filled the sky and

their flight was

borne from magic

man couldn’t learn.



 Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozabal



Born in Mexico, Luis lives in California and works in Los Angeles. His most recent

book, Make the Water Laugh, was published by Rogue Wolf Press. His poems  

online and in print have appeared in Ariel Chart, Blue Collar Review, Crossroads

Magazine, Punk Noir Magazine, and Unlikely Stories


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