Browsing: Poetry

Tina Kelley Like You Are, for Me Pa, your binoculars make me bionic. They transport me to three feet away from the warblers invading the oak. I can see one’s breast expand as it starts to sing, its beak…

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Adina Kopinsky Adina Kopinsky is an emerging poet living in Israel with her husband and three sons. She has work published or forthcoming in Rust + Moth, SWWIM Every Day, and Glass: A Journal of Poetry,…

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Dayna Patterson Aunt Norma Aunt Norma is the tiniest silver spoon dipping into my little brother’s ear to fish out a golden bead. Aunt Norma is a crockpot of warm wax and strings for dipping candles. Aunt Norma is…

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Deborah Bacharach The Polyamorous Understand You Don’t Understand I wanted a husband. The pumpkin settles in by the dark door. She did not. I wanted a child, sideways teeth gone devil may care. She did not want one of her…

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Jennifer Givhan Jer Bear & the Magical Thinking that Keeps Me safe. Meow meow I’m a cow croons the child beanstalked each night til he’s taller than me & the two plus two equals blue two lines that never…

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Jacqueline Herranz Brooks Vedado, Ciudad de La Habana. Cuba. Junio, 2018 Poesía Repatriada (poema #1: silla) Y en la realidad de aquí, en la realidad de ahora, en la realidad desde donde escribo, ha empezado a amanecer. Y…

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Margarita Drago Visión Pero a ti quiero mirarte hasta que tu rostro se aleje de mi miedo como un pájaro del borde filoso de la noche. Alejandra Pizarnik Hoy, Northern Boulevard se me figura la avenida Córdoba. Lo transito…

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Yesenia Montilla Inherited My mother’s madness is a reaper in the room of us A cartel queen dripping in diamonds A five-foot boar loose in a village A life size doll with wooden teeth A hurricane always about to…

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Yrene Santos Mundo lleno Estoy muriendo segundo a segundo lo siento en mi sangre en mis uñas en mi garganta llena de burbujas secas pero no quiero morir… tengo miedo de irme y dejar a mis hijos cargando con…

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Luna Flores Mujer Cuando veo tus pies cansados Me emociona pensar En todo lo que han recorrido Con pasos firmes para llegar a todos lados. Cuando veo tus pechos, Imagino las noches de desvelo, Amamantando Y haciendo gozar tambien.…

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