A Poem About Writing Poems
By Carlota Vásquez The blank page taunts me, Yet here I am, about to try again For the thirtieth, fortieth, One hundredth time. And now that I’ve begun, I realize That only by recurring to metaphors Can […]
The Fisherman’s Daughter
By Carlota Vásquez I met her in wintertime. At least, it was wintertime back home —my friend Joshua’s Instagram was overflowing with pretty pictures of him and his boyfriend in the snow; smiling, hugging, kissing. Meanwhile, I was standing in […]