By Adela Najarro
The week Poetry stayed at my house,
she kept a razor in a wooden box. Poetry
refused to abandon her …
she kept a razor in a wooden box. Poetry
refused to abandon her …
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- By heidi andrea restrepo rhodesI: My beloved is called an inconceivable beast, a spectacle diagnosed with teratoid genitalia, a chaos…
- By Natalia Treviñomi ’buelita Socorro
woulda loved this
basilica, un homenaje
for la Virgencita, the story
of her life, her… - By Emma TrellesLittle witches, she calls them, appearing on the lawn in a snap, thumbelina morada at our feet and spiked…
- By Alexandra Lytton RegaladoThis morning the wolf did not want to get out of bed.
The moon ate the sun yesterday and we are all… - By Grisel Y. Acostawe
kill by devaluation
ad(s) tell us who’s worth something
junct(ion) of
professors in a meeting… - By Sheila MaldonadoI’m from the
monitor in
the middle of
the Americas
I am a monitor
in the middle
of the Americas
I monitor… - By Luivette RestoYour obsession is baffling,
with numerous stanzas dedicated to my phases
and the personification of … - By Edgar Garciaxxxi
I’ll say it first:
These songs are worth
A flower in the purse,
Averse
To heaven’s universe—
Made… - By Carmen GiménezIn Lima, my mother screams from her bed and from a garden
and in the parlor of her nursing home, and… - By Martha SilanoBecause why not? Why not take the smashed pinecone
of my life, render it in purple? Why not dream of… - By Michelle OteroAfter the stroke our father lost the word
light switch
asked me to
press the wall so a world could open… - By Carmen Calatayudmy body at the water’s edge of opioid comfort
under the brain’s night sky
rounding the blue curve … - By Blas FalconerIn Francisco Oller’s El Velorio, a child lies
on a table as if sleeping. It is covered in lace
and blossoms… - By Gina FrancoWhat looks the ghosts have thirsted for, what love
they conceal
in their deep pails carried up the stairs… - By Richard BlancoAfter my third shot of tequila / chased by a lime
sour as my rant: fuck this-fuck that-fuck them-fuck… - By Erika Meitnerwe fetishize what we’ve
abandoned and what’s
abandoned us, which leads us
to obsess, says a series … - By Nick MakohaI quit my job that Saturday when I heard my name called by the manager.1 That motherfucker always
looked… - By Nick MakohaSAMO© first appears as a tag on a New York
City wall in 1978 two blocks down from Aswad
bookstore… - By Martha SilanoIs this the last time I’ll admire the guys
in their neon-yellow slickers, guiding us
to our parking spots…