Poets and artists published in Four Feathers Press Online Edition: Too Hot are now published online and invited to read at the Saturday Afternoon Poetry Zoom meeting on Saturday, October 25th between 3 and 4:30 pm PST.

Thursday, October 23, 2025

Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

6th & Maple


The Overdose Response Team

on Skid Row is out near 6th and 

Maple on one of the hottest days

of the month. If the heat, hunger,

or stray bullets do not kill you,

the drugs will. Somewhere far

away from Skid Row are the ones

who make the most profit from

these mind, soul, heart killing

drugs. Soon the paramedics 

come, police cars, and an

ambulance bagging up another

mother’s son or daughter, victims 

of poverty, drugs, and life’s choices.




All My Days


In the dark streets I feel the wind

following me. In a rush, the wind

feels cold. It is never calm when

it is what you hope for. Flying debris 

and howling dogs can be seen and

heard. My eyes tear up and I am

waiting for morning and the sun

to warm my bones. Happiness is

not something I expect in this land.

The stars in the sky watch over me.

In the morning it is the sun and

the clouds that take their turn. I am

always looking up to acknowledge 

them. The bright sun is my favorite 

when it’s not too hot. All my days

are spent looking for warmth. I do

not give up, but it’s not up to me.


(Previously appeared in Venus Vs Scorpio Poetry E-Zine)




Fire Angel 


In the flame a moth bathed

until it was out of breath.

I gave it a name in a funeral

I held for it in my mind, not

honeysuckle but fire angel.

It was the hottest night of the 

month. I thank climate change 

sarcastically. I think tomorrow 

the fury of heat and humidity 

will be too great to bear. In 

the light another moth will meet

its end on November 2, All

Souls’ Day, 5 hours after sunset.


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