"Crisp and original and honest, the kind of sincere work that anyone can appreciate and admire. These poems sing, but they don't dance around anything. It is fine work" -Robert Bausch
In his latest collection of poetry, Roberto Carlos Martinez takes an aim at the dazzling world that surrounds us. Slowly, he takes it apart piece by piece, finding the emotion inside the human psyche. He discovers peace in sadness, perfection in imperfection, and inner strength in human failure, a journey into what makes us unique and what we sometimes fail to love.
They take over this frigid body.
Tightly wrapping themselves around every stiff limb
and every bloody organ,
spreading the dead vines through me.
I become clay.
Only silent death in the feeling itself.
Melted smiles running down every wrinkle on my face.
The light that fades with every tear unshed.
How I clung to the wall, spread myself against it.
Returning to that cold state.
Where voices passed by me like pictures on a white canvas.
Refusing to return to me.
I've scared myself back into my rusted cage.
To think about the world.