Poetry

Before the others I wake to hear the quiet, to listen in as it performs its […]

Vacation in San Francisco by Guillermo M. Cancio-Bello

I am in this world, not self, not seed, not stamen-dusted pistil flicking in the wind—the […]

Sit holding a video camera in the storefront window […]

In Ireland, “fuck” is like a comma.” – Adrian Frazier I […]

Those graves and our boulevard divide the morning light, and steer […]

Somewhere else, the hotel. You are outside, under the tense sky. The hotel is standing, […]

You go to a factory that makes headlights. It’s in a neighborhood just outside the center, […]

Somewhere off the coast of our own defeated world I approach the mangroves, blooming. The wings […]

I haven’t read Carlos Bulosan or José Rizal. I haven’t read Jessica Hagedorn. I haven’t read […]

It was like walking through the city park after finishing work for the day and noticing that […]

The crows nest in a tree with a plaque, some place a football player in summer training […]

This is not a test. I am broadcasting to you from the garden. Witch bones are in […]