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Calling Home

I video call my mother late at night (roughly noon on her side of the Earth) to tell a story or some joke that might provoke her ringing...

it’s past 6 p.m.

an old lady who was sitting in front of me suddenly opened her mouth to ask, “are you stocking up for hibernation?” a question directed...

Migration

From the pavement I mourn a pigeon run over, cars unable to swerve. Soon it will be gone. Crunch. A space in the sky left emptier, but...

Rain

on smalley avenue i brought back a baby with a heartbeat like the relics of rain dripping off a rooftop. my own chest like last night’s...

Apple Tree

You have packed your boxes 14 years of memorabilia From your cubicle desk in a record time of 4 hours, Scooped into brown boxes and blue...

farm mart

pair of blue overalls, half-strap firearm, pinky fingers tangle messy. two children and one boston baseball cap; twice we call out, ke yi...

So like always you come home

So like always you come home spinning silhouettes on the wall while you turn to face and say to me (telling) “It was so hard cause it’s...

Lolo Died in the Garden

On the day Lolo died, he remembered the important thing: the flowers needed to be watered in the mornings. He awoke when the sky was...

America Latina

Ah, America Latina, Que eres como una mujer linda. Pero estos hombres quieren más es tu cuerpo, No tu alma, ni tus hijos que lloran...

Country of Origin

Write a letter to your country of origin, the prompt advised Dear country, I begin What are you? To call something a genesis, source, or...

Spica

The mother who gave me my eyes is not the mother that taught me to see. Windows shut, night by night, I fear to turn off the light....

White Walls

White walls wash plain the mind; These things that fill the void sit Uncomfortably – dislocated. Bric-a-brac and tat surround the...

20.40

20.40 Jour 8 On garde le sourire Sans trop se brosser les dents Peut-être Entamerais-je ces cours en ligne Que j’entasse en colonne Ou...

Is some(my) body home?

I was 15 when I stopped eating. No, there was no major childhood trauma, no deaths, divorce, sexual abuse, nothing. I used to wish there...

Suspension

Sometimes you can feel the loneliness sip in through the walls Sometimes it’s your own, sometimes it’s another’s. It’s so quiet... almost...

Used to Know

dream city, love city how strange it is I don’t know you anymore tectonic plates shifted and you’ve collapsed, half drowning in water...

Leaving 50 JL

We spent the day clinging on To those walls and bricks and mortar we called home We made it ours We left our mark in smiles And the...

Hers Was Your Name

0. Śi In your most natural long hair I like you most. Lined eyes, Ganga’s kisses speckling your skin in shots, drying in the air. I...

The City

My god I miss the city That vast emptiness of people This edge life so gritty This high-rise utopia Despair and decay Where everyone’s...

37°18’07.9”N 122°01’29.3”W

In P.M. I Summertime is rough crickets chirping my sweaty body and Even as the sun sets Sunsets do not bring rest The same hushed house...

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