Follow the Directions
It was the blue-covered cookbook she reached for every time.
She couldn’t remember when she had received it,
wondered if she had borrowed...
lady dayin burgundy and blueher voice jazzesunlocks the mindyou wonder what follows timenotes her music comes aliveher voice oh you willshe sweatingly teasesblue piping...
Where Vessels Go to Die
Did you think of shipyards, things that sail the seasWhen you heard vessels- I am thinking of the gloriousUruli, peepa,kodam…Grand,...
tonight the sun sets in its usual fashion
the spheres rotate inside themselves
and then circumnavigate bodies
in curved spacetime
my children splash diamonds
into the fire and acknowledge...
Sorting Through Mail at a Senior Home
I make small piles on my desk
To separate the residents
Who have passed and those still waiting
For letters that...
typing double r's
is a mistake my computer is attached tolike loving the wrong personor eating after 8
it can’t resistgiving me a string of themeach...
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...
