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
Genre: Poetry
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.
Rites of Return and Ascent
Conceived in Kuwait, born in the South,
first memory is Damascus,
and the first and only time I saw Palestine,
I stood, bare feet on the pebbles of a dead shore,
reaching for a
Scuttled poem—
was called “Golf Cart”
Something about
Golf Cart Stage
Imperialism
ditched
in a pond.
Poem kicked off with
the cringe quatrain:
“All aboard!
here we go—
uh, little bit of a
puddle, here”
Poem
Atlanta, USA
This is what it looks like. To be moving in
every direction at once.
Punching through July heat
I must have lost my keys. Kicked in the door
and locked it behind me. Another
Mahogany
for Derek Walcott
Old friend, I admit I do not know what the light
was like on your island, when, listening to the sea’s
murmur, you read dreams and visions
into your body; these alien myths doing
the
had my grandfather been an ex-guerrilla
of the Malayan Communist Party
1.
To get rid of acne, apply a pea-sized amount to your face,
rub, then rinse.
For you, the pus was pea-sized:
its white-yellow or yellow-brown
De Quincey’s Botany
Delusional Epitaphs
MABEL
Here lies Mabel on the moon.
Daughter, sister, victim, and work of art:
may her milk poetics make the fangs
of the universe fall out forever
