Friday, August 1, 2008

Featured Poet: Felino Soriano

" Felino Soriano is a Californian philosophy student and case manager working with developmentally and physically disabled adults. His chapbook "Exhibits Require Understanding Open Eyes" was published by and is available through Trainwreck Press, 2008. The juxtaposition of his philosophical studies with his love of classic and avant-garde jazz explains his poetic stimulation. Recent poems appear at BlazeVOX, Sugar Mule, Unlikely Stories 2.0, Apt, Wilderness House Literary Review, among others. Visit for a complete publication history and for more information." Trance Strange world to the unobservant, the mind blind unimaginative whose contoured ability to escape critical thought toward other than reality, excites, stimulates. The spider dangling in golden slanted light, drawing tremors with truncated hands holds musicality within paused excerpts of exerted existential glistening through open window functionality. Too the arrow shaped avifauna overhead headed directionally for mapped landing of feeding mannerisms, escape from weather envelopes. Said of maintaining sightless interrogation of nearby manifestations, the mind deteriorates, finding itself, the egoist explained only within mirrored paradoxes.
Societal Gap Word graffiti appeared across a once silent wall, now shouting à la mode language images lacking drawings to depict what the mind of which some ascertain as Defacer, composed prior within the mind and ensuing atop the once silent and now verbalizing wall. Psychologists would delve into perhaps a childhood intertwining with now's such behavior, environmental influences. The positing wind with faith our eyes blind to its visible vast slithering body may howl and perseverate that the glorified graffiti to a culture denouncing a culture wanting to hide a generation wishes only to harmonize a blend of future with societal pleasantries. Partial Entity Torn the numbness of day's ridicule clambering against thought process patterned brought into needling exhaustion, the mimic up and down sounds like the exact visual dedicated to the moon spilling atop the lake's wounded belly.