Jose Oseguera
Jose Oseguera is a Piltdown Review Featured Poet for February 2019. He’s an L.A.-based writer of poetry, short fiction and literary nonfiction. Having grown up in a diverse urban environment, Jose has always been interested in the people and places around him, and the stories that each of these has to share, those that often go untold. His work has been featured in Meat for Tea, Sky Island Journal, Jelly Bucket, The Inquisitive Eater, and The Main Street Rag.
Super Mario Bros. Coin
We’re the most common item found in this two-bit overworld, but as we warped down the ultrasonic tunnel black, what I saw was a rather uncommon glow.
deux nuages
A moment: there’s nothing more brief or revisited; enjoyable or painful; life-changing or damning. Moments are the kindle of dreams and nightmares.
In the Long Ago
What do you call a scab that covers the entirety of your skin—the organ that takes the brunt when everything goes well, when everything goes to shit?
The Leaf Blower
Gusts crept from under the peeling, lower edges of Earth’s wallpaper, crawling out as potpourri of debris.
Animal Mother
You love and give, and want it all, expecting nothing in return. Your kind’s love is as full of the angels’ as ours lacks of kindness.
If It Were Not So
As kids, we jumped on grandpa’s sinkhole, plywood-lined, dandruff-sporing bed and wore his chamber pot as a hat.
Chilindrinas
Down the hill I ran, rushed not by gravity’s trail, but the scent of kilned yeast and lard cutting clean through wet dirt air.
