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  • Poem

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    el abanico

    By ire’ne lara silva
    we are taught the beauty of the rose
    the serenity of the soft and the still
    the austerity of silver stars…
  • Poem

    poetry-magazineFour generations

    By Angelina Sáenz
    There is a framed photograph of my grandmother
    She is a young woman, sitting on a horse, vestida de china…
  • Poem
    By Angelina Sáenz
    I am a feminist who loves my sport
    and the machismo in charrería often gets to me

    To be clear
    I am not …
  • Poem

    poetry-magazineYou can thank us later

    By Angelina Sáenz
    Brother charro
    do you realize
    that it is because of escaramuza
    that you have an audience?

    Our performances…
  • Poem

    poetry-magazineme llamo viento

    By ire’ne lara silva
    they announce us      Valentina Covarrubias montada en Viento
    my girl does not cower           does not wave or smile…
  • Poem
    By Angelina Sáenz
    No
    I don’t dance horses
    I am not a mariachi
    I am not a baile folklorico dancer
    I am not the half-time show…
  • Poem
    By R. L. Swihart
    The migration continues. Continuous. Sporadic. 
    With mathematical complexity, wind 
    over sand 
     *
    Ropes …
  • Poem
    By Peter O’Leary
    Blood-gushered mountainside a brass parapegma of noon
    glares behind: gore of hides. Beasts all slain. Shadeless midday. Specterless
    differentiation. Glad day zodiacs augur. Awl of insight; hunters'
    blades. Actaeon: and the spirits of motion. Actaeon
    uttering:...
  • Poem
    By Holly Mitchell
    1.
    After the beginning of the gallop, there are counts when the horse is in the air, her
    legs withdrawn, a diamond shape.

    This is called suspension.

    2.
    Her name is Sallie Gardner.

    She’s by Vandal, out of Charlotte Thompson, Kentucky bred, of Irish pedigree, a
    Birdcatcher.

    Now...
  • Poem
    By John Tickhill
    Translated By Eric Weiskott
    In springtime, chief of all seasons,
            in May when new joys rise and flourish,
                    the sun is lord and messenger at once and sends down to us
            to rouse our bodies and be merry:
    humankind to...
  • Poem

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    Stunt Double

    By Tomás Q. Morín
    In this life, there are stars
    and there are stunt doubles.

    Before I became one of those fathers
    obsessed with memorizing his lines,
    making peace with the Big Director
    in the sky who doesn’t like ad libs,
    before all that, I was the star
    of my own...
  • Poem

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    Lil Mermaidz

    By Tayi Tibble
    Rinsing the sea salt out of our bikinis
    with the drinking water and getting a slap
    upside the head from your mother with her
    House & Garden magazine reserved especially
    for fanning away mosquitoes and sighing
    because we know that this is how
    it’s always going...
  • Poem
    By Tracy K. Smith
    200 cows         more than 600 hilly acres

                property would have been even larger
    had J not sold 66 acres to DuPont for
                    waste from its Washington Works factory
    where J was employed        
           ...
  • Poem
    By Chris Abani
    A stream in a forest and a boy fishing,
    heart aflame, head hush, tasting the world—
    lick and pant. The Holy Scripture
    is animal not book.
    I should know, I have smoked
    the soul of God, psalm burning
    between fingers on an African afternoon.
    And how is...
  • Poem
    By Jim Daniels
    The strongest boy in our high school
    on the edge of Detroit did not play
    sports—he would’ve had to cut
    his long blond Samson hair
    and put away his switchblade
    and stop smoking dope.

    The gone-to-seed coaches who taught
    gym class hated him for the beauty
    they could...
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