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ELIZABETH TORRES (Madam Neverstop) was born in Bogotá, Colombia in 1987. She is a Poet, Multimedia Artist, Translator and Speaker. Her work intertwines poetry, visuals and soundscapes, language and performance, combining visions and concepts across various art forms and media. Elizabeth is a prolific author of over 20 poetry books published in various languages, most of them which she also illustrated, who has travelled to 30 countries throughout her career as part of cultural events and projects. Elizabeth now resides in Copenhagen, Denmark, where she directs Red Door Magazine and a gallery under the same name and the art & culture podcast Red Transmissions. She is also project coordinator for other initiatives in Europe and abroad. Learn more at  :


The State of Things 

Grief and hunger and insomnia 

hangovers and migraines and Sundays 

a box of secrets under the bed 

you’d rather not discover yet 

the smell of rotten bananas in the hallway 

loud screeching of rats in the streets 

or is it anxiety 

summer and winter 

bad news on TV 

a desire beginning to take form 

between the eyelids. 

You can tell by the stench 

that you’re not doing marvellous 

but you are doing, 

and that’s miles ahead 

from anyone’s predictions. 

From: The Ways of the Firefly 
Moloko Print, 2020 



Tipsy, soft bodied beetle 

known to produce a cold light 

from the lower abdomen 

to attract mates or prey. 

The form of the insect varies 

from day to day. 

In many species, 

both male and female have the ability to fly 

but in some 

the females are flightless. 

Most fireflies are quite distasteful 

(to eat) 

and sometimes poisonous 

to vertebrate predators. 

Sit down, honey 

pour me another drink. 

It would be difficult 

to find a friendlier insect 

on a warm summer night 

such as this. 

From: The Ways of the Firefly 
Moloko Print, 2020 


Gettin’ on with it 

Seagulls soar through the sky with ease 

they know what to look for 

and where to find it 

they let out a screech here and there 

it paints the songs of the ocean 

with hints of comedy 

then they disappear in the horizon 

what is left is the galloping sea waves 

arriving and arriving 

but never really here. 

People tend to have ideas, 

they have solutions for problems you haven’t presented 

urgencies and timelines to tighten the shoelaces 

all under the pretence of affection. 

People worry so much about things that don’t concern them 

always finding neat tricks for your salvation 

people know no better than to intervene 

it proves their god-likeness 

and ample hearts. 

I soar through the streets with ease 

I know what to look for and where to find it 

I let out a screech here and there 

It stains the days with hints of sorrow 

then I get lost into the night 

what is left is the sparkles of fire 

arriving and arriving 

but never really 


From: The Ways of the Firefly 
Moloko Print, 2020