Michael Caylo-Baradi

Michael Caylo-Baradi

Michael Caylo-Baradi is an alumnus of The Writers’ Institute at The Graduate Center (CUNY), directed by André Aciman. His work has appeared in The Adirondack Review, Hobart, Kenyon Review Online, The Galway Review, Galatea Resurrects, London Grip, New Pages, PopMatters, and elsewhere. His debut pamphlet Hotel Pacoima came out in 2021 from Kelsay Books. In another name, he has been an editor’s pick for flash features at Litro Magazine.

 
Marrakech

drifts around
your tongue

littered with
souks, alleys

& nights
distilled

in silhouettes

expanding in
overlapping thumbprints

     *

As always, thirst
levitates

through a garden
of hair

beyond navels
& beards

into an architecture
of curves

built for ablutions
& absolute surrender

Previously published: https://eunoiareview.wordpress.com/2017/01/04/marrakech/

 
Unveiled in Tangier

Finally, we gave in.
At least, for now.

Souks, alleys, and tunnels
guided us there,

through muezzins
flooding

the Strait of Gibraltar.
Your gestures

stretched the sun,
loud as minarets.

Floors tiled patterns,
rising on walls,

prayers, and
premonitions.

Moonlights, too,
had been squared out.

Their curves could
bind whispers,

in moments
gasping for God.

Previously published: https://www.thecommononline.org/2-poems/

 
Towards Algiers

The desert scatters
on our feet. It’s the only

surrender that counts,
vast, unobstructed.

Winds forge directions
for us, where

suns thirst
restless salaats.

Moons huddle
a glimmering city

in your eyes.
They curve down

your neck, down
to mine, as shadows

hold the arcs
of its light.

Previously published: https://www.thecommononline.org/2-poems/

 
Poetry in this post: © Michael Caylo-Baradi
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