Live Encounters Poetry & Writing February 2026.
Something Interesting, poems by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal.
Something Interesting
Night’s mind is the moon.
Its bones are the stars.
Its blood is the darkness.
The rest is just nothing
To be concerned with.
Its tantrums are the comets
And meteors that blast
Through the sky.
Don’t get me talking about
The sun, the clouds, and
The rain. You will need to
Pull up a chair. It is going
To take forever to make up
Something interesting.
Be Invisible
I live in a land that
could do without me.
I take my eyes out so
I could no longer see.
I try to be invisible
to hide away from death.
I use all my strength to
bring night over the day.
With grace I spread all my
ashes through the air.
I confuse the ocean waves
with the sky and clouds.
I laugh as I submerge
my body under water
where there are no shadows,
where I disappear.
Night is a Rumor
Night is a rumor,
a fable to the day,
preposterous to
exist with summer
under a glorious
sun breaking through
the thinnest of clouds
suspended over blue
skies. Around 6pm
and 7pm the sun’s
brilliance and euphoria
wanes as dementia
sets in and the myth
and rumor of night
becomes a promise.
It blankets the blue
skies, turns off the
day’s switch, blows
out the sun’s candle.
© Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal
Born in Mexico, Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal lives in California and works in Los Angeles. He is the author of Raw Materials (Pygmy Forest Press), Make the Water Laugh (Rogue Wolf Press), and Peering into the Sun (Poet’s Democracy). His recent poetry has been featured in Blue Collar Review, Live Encounters, Mad Swirl, Oddball Magazine, and Unlikely Stories.