Two Poems by Mateo Lara
they say—wetback they say—beaner they say—cockroach
or you open mouth for feeding & tears fall under calloused tongue.
The Grid (Part 1)
O you signals spinning round the
world with our secrets in tow,
what lies below, what pleasures
go, what torn bits show?
A Quarrel with the Village of My Birth
birthday song is martial. Even
her avenues are lined with
pikes. Even her galleries
crowded on Sunday, her parks
larded with pigeons and crumbs.
a heady scent, breeze born
the lay of fallen leaves
crushed beneath the foot of man
within the crisscrossed limb, scratch
a path on boulders entombed
We leave our families and your dead
name at the shore. Or, they come with us
and we’ll tread water.
A boat of light by Van Anderson
Tomorrow we’ll row our steady skiff along
the shore, explore the margins of our years
until we find the point that thrusts so deeply
out to sea it seems we’ve left the land
Caught by Chance by Marjorie Moorhead
Pink in the sky! Lit by a rising sun.
Framed in bared branches’ tentacles,
reaching up to touch soft, cotton-candy-
The Inner Voice by Laura Foley
You’re not using your good fortune,
think of your sisters’ mental diseases—
of Syria, Jerusalem, seething,
You should be doing more, the inner voice nags.