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Life’s Own Colors Darken

Life’s Own Colors Darken
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Words slather with mucus, too much eating Crocodile meat. Words splatter against a sky once light as bisque cups holding hope. Now, life’s own colors darken, by word-stains of politicians from whose lexicon flee words like “justice, integrity, humanity, and the phrase “Do unto others,” hides under a rock somewhere, looking for Mars, Venus, or […]

The Walled Wife

The Walled Wife

      Footnote #2 (must): This Part Doesn’t Actually Happen in the “Ballad of the Walled-Up Wife,” but I punish the queens anyway The littlest sister leaves; her baby cries. Eventually, the sisters swaddle him to near collapse. He can barely breathe, much less bawl himself to sleep. By the time his mother is […]

Falling in Monrovia Canyon

Falling in Monrovia Canyon

I slipped and fell into the creek. Cool, clear water leapt up to kiss me as I collapsed into the shallow stream, suddenly pressed in the mud as a flower finds it has been pressed into a book, or the book finds the flower pressed into its pages. To be flung forward— a headlong revelation, […]

Math

Math

      “Math” by Carla Hensley   Job interview in Santa Monica. I can do this. Blonde-surfer-type-USC-graduate-run startup. I walk in confident: Latina, woman, moderate heels. Yes, it says I have a Math degree, but I am human after all and my otherness weighs more heavily than my confidence. I wish USC-graduate-surfer-boy were a […]

Birds

Birds

I hear the red robins’ and house sparrows’ wake up call; they’re not soft but shrieking, piercing whistles. The doves’ coos can shroud them all; their songs are gentle, friendly bristles. I wouldn’t mind a magpie concert; these lovely birds know their notes. After waking up, their songs keep me alert, so I can enjoy […]

For the Ones I Had to Leave

For the Ones I Had to Leave

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 […]

Sweet Scent of Spring

Sweet Scent of Spring

Sweet roses rise among sunny succulents which, to no one’s surprise, survived strong air vents to announce the anxious arrival of early spring. Like a religious revival, The bee’s lovely lancet is like a sweet sword, but only the strong dare chance it. Baby birds bounce, flying from fragile flowers to hide among branches and […]

El Diablo Bailarín

El Diablo Bailarín

This story made Ma want to be a good girl and made me afraid of sin.   When I was a kid growing up in East L. A., I couldn’t get enough of Ma’s cuentos. Her Mexican folk tales with their moral lessons and warnings of disaster used to scare the hell out of me. […]

Order & Chaos

Order & Chaos

I’m one of those people you might call “anal.” It’s an unattractive term for an orderly person. I’m not obsessive-compulsive to the point of exhibiting the so-named disorder, but you could call me an OCD sympathizer. I like having everything in place. I alphabetize my books and organize them by category. I balance my checkbook […]

Mexican of America

Mexican of America

    MEXICAN OF AMERICA A Sonnet   Mestizo come, America, you call. Amniotic oceans Pacific join, break through the virgin hymen, wailing wall from the fluids of her earthen loins. Tender eyes burn with the new day’s fire. Bullets shatter your bones, your flesh torn on border fences electrified barbed wire. Knives slash and […]

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