To Héctor Tobar
We’re disconnected from nature. When you talk to old people from Mexico, they’ll tell you stories about how they hunted, about how they knew rain was coming. They would look at the color of the trees to …
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In late February of 2020 I traveled home to Pittsburgh to salvage what I could of my grandparents’ lives. After caring for them and their things during their final years and after, my aunt was moving to Florida and giving …
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Your Dream of My Life, You Who Now Own It [2024 Loraine Williams Poetry Prize Featured Finalist]
Even the dark
unbolting, even the ducks
at the edge of the river, even the dock
at the sea’s wide corner, the job lot
of my horseless valley, even the night I thought
my luck had run out, when I
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for Isa
My ears or a field of ears I lie on the couch and dream of low grasses my back a weak margin steered off course into an ocean so placental I barely recognize the form hear me …
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I am going to leave my trace history
that shiver of blood down the tunnel
of vein to someone probably a stranger
definitely not to the children
I’ve never had the truth
in the matter is something like
a riot
Requiem for the Lost Seasons
In the Mojave heat moved like a fever
through light as if the dusk promised
another lake just ahead another body
of palms whipped by a last new moon
night’s fanfare of black ribbons
Poetry
María Berrío—The Dream of Flight (2019); Louise Bourgeois—Cell II (1991); Ruth Asawa—Untitled (S.372) (1954) / Imogen Cunningham—Ruth Asawa 3 & Ruth Asawa, Sculptor and Her Children (1957); Lorraine O’Grady—Flowers of Evil and Good (1998— ); and Sister Corita Kent—HA (1966)
María Berrío—The Dream of Flight (2019)
collage with Japanese paper and watercolor paint
[there is a photo of me lying just like this in front of my sister, hands folded over my chest and holding a bouquet… Read More
Sound of Silence
after Simon and Garfunkel
listening to the city at night i trace the glow of its breath and
without light we dance shadow and pour through one another. in
hearing, in feeling, in arms’ reach.
