By Jessica Enriquez I’m afraid of You You, and the man who lingers in the highway the hands that reach to tear, scrape skin and flesh with nails like claws not buds sprouting from the grass barely wet in morning rain I’m afraid of You You, and the worms that climb the bed their…
By Jessica Enriquez This poem was written in the style of Jericho Brown’s Duplex. The men in my country have been taught to believe Women are property. A plot of land made for a marketable production Although the plowing makes it infertile Although the plowing makes it infertile, Women in the village light…
By Ariana Maria Virginia Perez Invisible to the eye the infection spread silently from Wuhan to New York City. The count of dead bodies charted its path and displayed its power: screaming death, bustling flu. A silent demon Scientists say it is a variation of the common flu but a version encoated with aggression, exhaling…
By Manoela Torres It has been a day or two But she cares not for him Nor care I for you We dribble our independence hymn Through cascades and fire rings We have found love: a kingdom without kings Through pirouettes and virgin sins My mind’s adrift- Playing a game where no one wins On…
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 I hope to describe poetry To someone other than a poet. To painters: words…
By Manoela Torres Editor’s Note: “School Shooting” dives into gun violence and may be sensitive for some readers. According to Everytown Research, there were at least 130 incidents of gun violence on school grounds in 2019. In 2020, 66 incidents of gun violence has been reported. You are lucky if you come out alive If…
By Manoela Torres The hollow of lifeless soil Bleeds injustice and punctures lives This scar they sow, so splendidly cruel The scar unties soil It separates blood, lacks life It dissects landscapes, starves dreams This victory of an unpromised land Stabs imperfection and corrupts chained eutopia It absorbs the prayers of the voices that…
By Manoela Torres She loved the beautiful jungle of loops she carried in her head She loved how they wrapped around her fingers; How they couldn’t and wouldn’t be tamed She loved how stubborn they were: whenever someone tried to undo them, they would jump right up and become as lively as ever She…
