Carboncillo A poem by Juan Luzuriaga Carboncillo “Oye, Carboncillo!”Just a nickname as a kid. My nickname—a nickname just for me.The first time I heard it,I missed the sting it was intended to create by my “friend” in class.Eventually, I made... Continue Reading →
The Lessons of Ilkurot Village A poem by Claire Coenen The Lessons of Ilkurot VillageIt is afternoon.I am 17 in Ilkurot Village with my mom.The Maasai warriors, in robes of blood red magic,dance in a circle. Jump with wings on... Continue Reading →
BlossomingA poem by Patricia McCue BlossomingLast night’s dreamSitting at an outdoor caféWrought iron tableWhite cobblestones under my feetAcross from me - my motherYou should give it up, she saidYou just aren’t blossomingMy heart fellFifteen years of violin lessonsWhat would blossoming... Continue Reading →
Song of the Holy Woman A poem by Ethel Mortenson Davis Song of the Holy WomanI awoke to the songof a holy womanbeneath my window.How beautiful her song,I thought, but what isshe saying?I rose to catch a glimpseof her,but I... Continue Reading →
The ResilientA poem by Kathleen Maule Holen The Resilient She held on through another night,But I fear,As the earth turns over to face the sun,She will simply lose her grip,And become lost. She held on through another dry summer,But I... Continue Reading →
Pedicure A poem by Joe Cottonwood Pedicure Your feet are not flowers.They’re just, you say, feetwith purplish-brown veins on top and tortoise-shell calluses on bottom,tuber toes in the normal numberdoing the job they’re meant to do.For that you say you’re happy. Covering the... Continue Reading →
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