Poetry
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Crossing
A new tongue cuts through the canyon, where the dusty road dodges. The water dims with the red sun. We did not build the bridge, but our toes sparkled across it until we heard the creaks of someone else’s back. We did not build it, nor did we keep it from crumbling. Written by: Matt…
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Who Are These People and What are They Doing in My Living Room?
Your mother’s brother stands in the foyer, che this, che that accents of Argentina eja he says en vez de la ella de Mexicanos Tall and thinning, ruddy faced white beard groomed Su tía esta arreglando todo Couches, tables, chairs aligned in an oval lace covers crystal dusted and untouched The couple on the couch…
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Ode to the Olive Trees
Hardened after decades of adaptations deep rooted desert strains a tantalizing sun, scintillating leaves in air that steals your breath, ghosts Of children hidden to fight wild hamsin winds— Climb boughs, deflect the scratches made by rough bark, Fall over into toughened earth, catapult stones at the armed men waiting at the barbed-wire fence. Rows…
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Poetry Piece: “If My Vagina Could Speak”
If My Vagina could Speak She would tell me that she is the “mouth” of my heart. She would say I have fed her rotted filth masquerading as food, for longer than I want to admit. She might ask me, beg even, if I could sample my lovers first, if I could at the very…
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Poetry Piece: “Close Your Eyes”
Close Your Eyes Machine guns gleam and jackboots click Vacant eyes blink back tears Tiny prisoners caged for slaughter Welcome to America, welcome to your new home Vacant eyes blink back tears Under flood lights blinding bright Welcome to your cell, welcome to your new home Piles of children spilt on concrete …
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Poetry Piece: “Escuintles”
Escuintles Have you met the dogs In the De Young Museum? You can see them Behind glass In the Mesoamerica Room; it’s almost like A pet shop. Olmec, I think, they’re Like chihuahuas But plump, The color of dust. My favorite Is scratching At…
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Poetry Piece: “Unforeseen”
Unforeseen The poison apple provides ample rest for Snow’s strength to return and certain vision to coalesce. The prince’s kiss, electrifies; yet what seals the deal is her awakened personal power. From glass case made for her slumber she rises and strides to the cottage alight with wattage disallowed before her nap.…
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POETRY: “your two big toes”
your two big toes the gate’s frame heaves and hoes depending on the season in winter, snug and resistant like a pill bug rolled up tight, looking to tuck to a soft warm side rib then in summer blooming loose, an open laughing game can’t catch my running smile but love, me I am all…
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POETRY: “Celia”
Celia I feel very connected with you, as I am writing this but also reading this for the first time, just like you. And you, will you be cared for by Iaia, as I was, as a little girl in Rio, where my crazy flower of a momma left my father, the man in the…
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POETRY: “washing machines in a dark room”
washing machines in a dark room almost romantic, to watch the two move balanced in step, rumbling in one another’s rhythm the two grasp at touches, the sound of gentle metal upon gentle metal the humming reminiscent of conversations that drift into early morning hours in their stomachs a swirl of foam and bubbles light-hearted…
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