"Trastornos Cósmicos" by LR Buckwalter Cunningham



A sonámbula scrawls; WoRd SoUP brujerías,

transposing exclamation points into inevitable mayúsculas

that swallow you whole


the evidence archived in a ratty old notebook;

Lunar Phrases are disobedient to ruled paper.


heirs to bipolarity too refuse the horizontal,

nothing is linear


Lost and Found generational neologisms

the circularities of unhinged jaws,


animas’ cicadas whisper into ecstasy,

decipher it later.


frozen brain and fog in the early morning

convinced she had evaporated


away with a nymph in the left palm

pins and needles and a right hand

shivering rigors,

composition book otherwise decomposed.


The anima seethes again, as if deprived of an illegible idea

fratricidio-sobrenatural, bloodless fingers

with a persecution complex.



What I know about Shadow,

she is cast in shame and grandiosity


What I know about Spirit,

is traumatic alchemy


I cannot meet her in the eye

the evil and episodic one



Dark matter must be cold in nature


and I just want to go home

inside, bedridden invalid


crosswalking with chilled restraint,

obedience to the pavement that persists

until she evaporates under my feet


Tombstones are used to build roads,

skeletons of time




LR Buckwalter Cunningham is an Assistant Professor of Spanish at the Defense Foreign Language Institute, where she teaches linguistics, language, and culture. Her academic work focuses primarily on Poetry and Performance, Hemispheric Studies, and the field of Ecocriticism. Dr. Buckwalter Cunningham, in addition, is a creative writer, poet, reviewer, copy-editor, and translator. She is currently working on a book-length project on autopoiesis and Latinx poetry, and a translation manuscript of collected essays and correspondences. LR resides in Salinas, California next to a broccoli field.

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