by Sandra Salinas Newton
I once looked forward
To waking up
Turning to find you
Sometimes awake
And watching me uncurl from sleep
Your hand stealing its way
To my hip
A quiet morning now bursting
To promise of a dazzling hour. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Oksana Maksymchuk
Nowhere safe to go
I keep myself hidden in
an anonymous uniform Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Sophia Falber
-after a mural of Celia Cruz by Alejandra Seda, 2021
Her name in all its glory:
Úrsula Hilaria Celia de la Caridad Cruz Alfonso.
Taking space:
on the page,
on the wall,
on the stage. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Danielle Verwers
I.
Baldwin sold the set he built
there on the kitchen table
to the Navy. Continue reading
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