Poetry

Where I am, it is Texas now, a constellation of suns caught in the lemon tree, no one […]

Louise, Texas by Marcela Sulak

My father wraps plums with newspapers. I cut the pages in half. He wraps the plums. We are […]

If I hadn’t been grounded, I would have wandered with Rita and LeShawndra down Sprague Avenue. After getting […]

My computer is aglow, sharp afternoon glare from slanted kitchen windows, from sun that will eventually […]

It weighs on me Dad this outline of history light at the base of […]

He quotes Hendrix, amp and verse, sacred scripture torn into his lips, vinyl grooves of music stamped into […]

Here is your mirror, because you can’t see: how the quick-blossoming petals feel/fill the whole body as rosebuds […]

When you were a child you were just like a child with a dark curious face and a […]

Today the sky held up by invisible hands. Today is raining down. And how to contain the hours […]

I had welcomed the snake. […]

The soul is not a self. We have too many of those I’m thinking it’s more like a […]

My brother-in-law laughs at me. He is a man who does not question manhood. That’s what it takes […]