Woven in the sky a lesson, a stroll,
a call, conveying once to now.
And if there is a sudden block,
the instant affords arrivals in like.
Wide is the spread before my sight, correct.
Yet known, puzzled out of hours—mine.
Unwillingly mine and ajar.
Little is outgrowth and much misplacement.
In a sway of emotion, the world.
…
Israel A. Bonilla lives in Guadalajara, Jalisco. He is author of the micro-chapbook Landscapes (Ghost City Press, 2021), the short story collection Sleep Decades (Malarkey Books, 2024), and the pamphlet Phoretics (Paradise Editions, 2025). His work has appeared in Your Impossible Voice, Firmament, Able Muse, Minor Literature[s], new_sinews, Exacting Clam, and elsewhere.



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