Writing – FLAVIO HUITRON

Emily Foster and the Book-Dragon

For Enoé 1 When Emily Foster settled into the back of her local Starbucks–in her favorite seat next to the open archway leading into a sprawling Barnes and Noble–she had no idea that it would be for the last time. The coffeehouse was located at the corner of West and Periwinkle Road, just a briefContinue reading “Emily Foster and the Book-Dragon”

The Value of You

The voices in your head are liars. They will lure you into a stupor Warped by their sinewy, honeyed tongues Before stabbing you with their sly and subtle whispers. The voices grab your ears and flood them With the overpowering stench of logical fallacies On the state of your worthless existence As to why theContinue reading “The Value of You”

I Am a Poem

I am a poem And so can you! History keeps trying To kindle inside you A love for living words. Some of us are polished Gems of blinding imagery, Topped with a fine coat Of linguistic hopscotch. I have missed you so Much more than you know. I was chained to deafening silence Now IContinue reading “I Am a Poem”

Synaptic Universe

Just as I have read the books that I have read So too have I led the life that I have led. Caught in the midst of a fixed temporal point Where I rightly reckon, by the by, there is time enough For reality to pack up its pride and exit stage left. The inexhaustibleContinue reading “Synaptic Universe”

Spores

Part One Easing down on the brake-pedal of his rental box truck, Marcus Vista made the sharp turn off the interstate and onto Talbot Drive. A faded sign welcomed him and his son to Carson Springs. Roger stretched out in his seat then leaned up against the backrest, shaking off the last remnants of hisContinue reading “Spores”

Series Finale

Richard Stetson saw only a brief flicker of crimson light burst from across the road before the man was gone. The stranger had been tall, shrouded under a side of the neighbor’s garage and he vanished in the blink of an eye. The sight of this ominous figure startled Rich who had just gotten homeContinue reading “Series Finale”

Found Text

Untitled found text. Ink blinks. Duérmete, sueño soy. Parallel lines lead nowhere. White apple, roses’ thorn. Mute cricket, still. Taught chain link. Haunted library, red eyes. Bouncing balls off walls. It settles it. Drowsy bullet, lodged. Blunt force. Thinking makes. Somebody’s nobody. Human nature’s diamond. Webbed wording, streamed. Gateway lined with poppies. Kill killer whale.Continue reading “Found Text”

If We Go

Earth doesn’t give a fig About the wealth of human suffering. Flowers will drink the rain And bathe in the swelling waves of sunlight All beyond the sphere of human influence. Insects will stay true to their scripts As their series continues, uninterrupted and ad free, With a story arch that revolves like a wheelContinue reading “If We Go”

I Am Broken

I have been waiting by the window For thirty years Waiting for that mythical elixir Extracted from the Jabberwocky. My face is a mask Of shifting ink blots A window and a wall Break down the door! They lie I listen They scream I hold the night. Pinche mocoso Bueno para nada Lárgate Nadie deContinue reading “I Am Broken”

Wireless Connection

Touch your glass heart Of fiber-optic arteries Follow the coded veins Swelling with misinformation Where bias takes root to Hack your neural network. The itch to unlock Spreads like malware Turn up the screen brightness Look deep within Your touchscreen looking glass And tell me what you see.