Pinecestors A poem by Juan Luzuriaga Pinecestors A brown pinecone decided to let gofreezing the resin hourglass,slashing the body of the air,etching brave and sacred lines,looking at the needle bed without fear.The giants lean over peering at me,whispering in leavesand... Continue Reading →
Middle Name Limbo A poem by Juan Luzuriaga Middle Name Limbo I got lost on the way to the New World.Somewhere between the Pacific and the Atlantic.Somewhere between “What’s the purpose of your visit?”and the Welcome to Florida sign. I... Continue Reading →
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 →
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