Category: Poetry

The God in the Attic

In our attic, among things, as it seems of past lives, lives a bitter God. When guests come to our house, we don’t mention him. When we’re alone, we talk about him quietly, fearing of being heard. We do not…

Where’s Nana?

She’s lighting a cigarette. The first time pops lost his words, I found her between the legs of a railway, staring at the ocean of distance before her, measuring foot by plank, how many steps she must take until she…

Hurricane

hurricane Syllables [hur-i-keyn, huhr– or, esp. British, -kuh n] –noun After a couple weeks sentence of staying in some foreign place with trees, she came back home and Miami jumped her, hugging her and licking her like an over-joyed dog, she dropped to her…

Skirt

I. I see a video of women cycling in short dresses talking of how not to flash. They wide-angled their legs, pull the back of their skirts and with a coin and a rubber band marry it to the front…

Godland: Sammie Jo

Sammie Jo don’t talk much. Her mother like to cut out her tongue any time she speaks up. A bone outta socket. As big as the couch she sits on; you could fluff her like a piller. At eighteen, her…

Ca’Venezia: Your Voice

Your voice alights on my armhair, a whiff of cigar smoke— caramel, and ghostly— “Cities die; let them.” Black thing to say. I patter around it as you swell. Graces and fits filled Her once, leaning trailing wisps filtering down…

Hello I am a Star

Sky sky sky sky stars Stars and stars and stars HELLO STARS I love you Blink blink blink twinkle Sky, my home I am the fire I burn I bright I delight Love none but everyone All the stars so…

The Lives of Invisible People

The featured image accompanying this poem, entitled ‘Corazon Salvaje’, has been used with the permission of artist, Jose Lopez.

Led

“Let’s be in love for just tonight,” you said, When I had better things to do in red High heels. Encircling your big bad bed Like scouts around a campfire, ahead A ring of muscles pressing us instead Of sense,…

Undressing the Sky

In love with dismal days, he told me why: Won by dimensions, his green eyes caress Big bosomed clouds. Suggestiveness of haze Conjures up Milky Ways of perfect tits And testicles enjoying their cloud crouch. Strange raining moonbeams rouse dark…

Thunder Polka

The thunder polka of a new romance Began today on my left foot, the one Believed to lead suggestiveness astray. True love’s a waltz: it’s measured and mature Like patience set to action. Dance decodes The blood, translates the shadows…

Edit

Can’t you let the film spool unseen on the stained floor? Its frames forever static as my fingers resplice our hands. Let my battalions of regret, lay their weapons down, we beseech you to take this wooden horse through the…