Author: Sergio Remon Alvarez

Western Poem 0

Only In Spaghetti Westerns

Poem   I saw tumbleweed for the first time and I thought: “It exists!” I am from one of those old European cities where there are no such things as tumbleweed. So I think...

sighting poem 1

Suit of Light

Poem   There was that time I saw El Cordobéz in the city of Leganes, sharing the bill with Padilla and Encabo. El Cordobéz was in his golden traje de luces. Still impetuous, disdainful,...

art poem 0

Ode to Bacon

Art Poem   Those faces, blurred and smudged as if an artist’s finger had passed over the surface of the paper. What horrors lurk inside your psyche so that you see the world in...

poem about women 1

Let the Girls Run

Poem   Let the girls run and play untethered like little boys before they are told to cease and be like little girls. For now, let them swirl and swoop and dive like thrushes...

poem about past 0

In Rooms Like These

Poem   Even now, I see her moon face, those limpid eyes, half slits with sleep, lying in repose beside me. In those days, we lived in bars and boxes. Hers, a refuge in...

paris short stories 2

River of Rats, Part Five – Pigalle

I don’t remember ever talking about it, or how a decision was made. But one night, we jumped the turn-styles at the Pont Neuf station- because we didn’t have money even for that- and rode...