Skip to main content.

Memory by Octavio R. Gonzalez
published in Volume 10, Issue 2 on September 21st, 2003

two white sparrows hover

above my shoulders. yesterday

is only yesterday. somehow

the past being the future we choose,


small, delicate. barely do you hear

a sound coming from their feathers.

it is not too cold, outside, but my

shoulders are bare. I have no white feathers


but my hands they too hover

above memories like air, wind, weather.

time is to the left, pecking at the invisible

confusion of every day; noise like a blanket


of snow, covering my ears, musical chirps

from the one on the right, angel in stasis,

halo of consciousness. their eyes -- marbles

speckled with hope, shedding not one red note.

go to this issue