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For the Ones I Had to Leave

For the Ones I Had to Leave
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For The Ones I Had to Leave by Sophia Rivera Taking two steps forward I finally look back not really seeing but seeing through you across the room, hunched over a pile of books Pen in hand, a lighter in the other. I am sorry that I had to leave you probably know this better […]

Grandmother’s Insomnia

Grandmother’s Insomnia

Grandmother’s Insomnia by Thelma T. Reyna   She awaits daylight on the skinny edge of her daughter’s cot, rolled away in mornings, at night a rusty sentry in the spidered corner of the hall. Like a wax figure melting, she sinks to her knees, now permanently ahead from prayer, her paper lips whispering the Credo, […]

Quixote and Me

Quixote and Me

By the time you read this the caballeros of Altadena will long be gone, done leaning back on their homeward mounts, done clip-clop climbing the too narrow sidewalks north of Lincoln near the stables toward Castillo, done telling code of crisp days coming. Clip clop, the sound for clocks, knock-knock jokes, a slow castanets, hoofs […]

Sorrow Tree

Sorrow Tree

Like a tree spills sap, I spill sorrow. My leaves, mussed by erratic, unknowable winds, grow studded with crystalline droplets of rain until the weight of it is too much for even the branch to bear. Until, one by one, each leaf drops, each tear falls – watering the roots that ripple like a river […]

Wordless Warrior

Wordless Warrior

Fighting was her calling card one she proudly claimed tough   dare on two feet foul mouth  gestures sweet 16 smile detoured eyes hunt for prey flash don’t mess with me Why do you fight? silence averted eyes head down squirms Why do you fight? age-old voice surprisingly soft ‘Cause I don’t know what words to […]

Waking

Waking

              WAKING Of morning light on your hands, two paper lanterns on the mahogany nightstand and last night’s shadows rescinding into the room’s crevices. Of our befores, and how years spiraled into years. Of seconds now, of seconds (and the silent gap between seconds), of seconds resonating from now’s […]

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