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Victor D. Sandiego

Updated: Sat, 1 Jun 2013 07:53 pm

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Victor David Sandiego lives in the high desert of central México where he walks the cities and mountains, plays drums with jazz combos and in musical / poetry collaborations, writes, and studies. His work appears in various journals and on public radio. He remembers the first moon landing, identifies with most anti-war movements, and enjoys the mysticism of Carlos Castaneda and Gabriel Garcia Marquez. He largely keeps to the spaces between sky and land.


Teeth in my hands ----------------- Through love, I dropped God in a deep grave and covered him with salt and sand. My mouth spilled forth an assortment of smirking wolves. But the sun flowed over the water into the horizon and God rose. He sealed the cavern of my mouth with an enormous tombstone. Only my teeth escaped this reckoning and I clenched them as a fever in my hands, helpless to speak of my devotion. But I could rattle my teeth in a pleasing rhythm and I went from stranger to stranger, shaking my fists. Some allowed the music in my fingers to enter the house of their heart, but many favored the copper clink of coins. In the temple, a priest presented a basket. I extended my teeth in silence, but he moved his face from side to side and backed away from my benediction. ----------------- From: The Second Book of Muwadi Originally appeared in Qarrtsiluni

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Ann Foxglove

Fri 21st Jun 2013 17:50

Hi Victor - welcome to WOL. I hope that you will enjoy being a part of the site :)

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