Sergio Ortiz



Sergio A. Ortiz is a two-time Pushcart nominee, a six-time Best of the Web nominee, and 2016/17 Best of the Net nominee. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Valparaiso Poetry Review, Loch Raven Review, Drunk Monkeys, Algebra Of Owls, Free State Review, and The Paragon Journal.  He is currently working on his first full-length collection of poems, Elephant Graveyard.

Last night


I slept with a faceless man

and his shadow. The seas know

nothing of the case. His caresses,

arrows that I taught to soar.


His manhood, sullen.

He hit me with a hammer

on the coccyx. We lived

that spiteful health

with which hunger kills

when laying with another body.


I had a shipwreck in my bed.

He desecrated all my saintly shafts

wrapped in God and bed sheet,

he did not ask permission.


We talked about celestial decorations

and icons. But it ended when the

saint and sign was given.

Wild Needle Raindrops


It rained inside the bedroom.

Outside these sea walls


the day is a hot red knot.

My body fills up with wet nouns.


Silence has a light-blue Spanish 

accent. The men in my photographs 


drowned. Their cries of distress 

stopped breaking the water.


I am a moist flesh statue.

Lightning begins, embedded 


in my feet. The walls crawl with electricity.

I doze off again listening to turtle music.



wise audiences 


when you're inside me 

i don't know if you laugh 


or if you come from boredom.

if your tongue freshens 


or arrives from fever.

i don’t know if what you search for


on weekends exists 

inside me


i know life stretched out 

beneath your abs  


is the same as snakes 

and concurrent solitudes


that correspond to the twinkling

light where I can see you

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