Yoga tape today
played fast-forward, then upward-
downward-- pen in child’s pose.
Weeds through cobblestones
pulled and piled, blown apart--
roots stay in the ground.
Dishes in the sink
are now...
The following poem was translated from Zarpamos, a selection ofpoems by the Oaxacan poet Guadalupe Ángela, translated from Spanishinto English by Yael Kiken. This...
Ode to Mama’s Mac and Cheese
A recipe passed downfrom her Mamawhen she was twenty-fourand hungry.
Some kind of tomatoes,whatever noodles you can find,and any cheese...
Last Supper in Baltimore
An impressive murder of crowsdoes not makenational headlinesnor does the murder of young TaiBlack, trans, beautifulin an alley just down Lafayette
above...
