Poetry
Poetry,
A Cure for the Common Cold
Honey pours from my eyes
as the mustard dries under
the bandaid, poultice yellow —
a flake on skin. I think about
the time I ate the lemon, whole,
rind and pith, spitting the seeds
into a cup because
Patricia told me to.
Poetry,
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.
Poetry,
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?
Poetry,
A Quarrel with the Village of My Birth
Even her
birthday song is martial. Even
her avenues are lined with
pikes. Even her galleries
crowded on Sunday, her parks
larded with pigeons and crumbs.
Poetry,
Composted Compositions
a heady scent, breeze born
rises from
the lay of fallen leaves
crushed beneath the foot of man
decompose
within the crisscrossed limb, scratch
a path on boulders entombed
Poetry,
At Bay
We leave our families and your dead
name at the shore. Or, they come with us
and we’ll tread water.
Poetry,
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
behind.
Poetry,
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-
colored fluffs.