Ismael Garay THE BLOODMOON The sun will be turned to darkness, and the moon to blood —Joel 2:31 Oh bloodmoon, oh bloodmoon won’t you bleed on me tonight” And the bloodmoon came to me on a summer night in June, tenderly— and I bled. Bloodpools on the carpet as my heart bleeds profusely— little red rivers searching for the sea they’ll never find, and I slept. And I loved you that night dying softly in a dream, dreaming of the bloodmoon— you said to me: “Caress the light” and I wept.