#Eliana Hernández-Pachón

[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

When the moment came, it felt like a wasp

boring into the spine from within,

then the flash,

then nothing.

Eliana Hernández-Pachón - The Brush

[roughghosts]

After the night, day breaks: The Brush by Eliana Hernández-Pachón

Pablo and Ester live in the hills. Their children are grown. Their lives are simple, bound to the land, but lately there have been signs, omens. Pablo is concerned: For some time now he’s felt a heavy change pressing the air, and can’t explain it. Like when he walks through town at night, and when he hears the animals can’t sleep. Sensing danger, he gathers some papers and items in a box and goes…