“So what poem will you read from your notebook tonight?
-the puzzle for which the solution will grow in you”
by Sofia Peypoch y Diana Lizette
Dark powers swell the stomachs
cured waves restrain el hueco salud
imagen curar curando
cured waves restrain el hueco salud
imagen curar curando
ventana soledad
her black hair extended towards black pools of watermelon grass
she asked me donde estaba enterrado
& I hesitated for a moment and when I was about to respond
she asked me donde estaba enterrado
& I hesitated for a moment and when I was about to respond
Exacto upbringing my antepasado estos paisajes para que recoger la pluma si no te puedes acordar de la palabra libre the act of freedom?
ojo blanco perdiendo vista visual sense i was meant to learn disruption studied fragmentation for a living
estira
don’t stop writing
don’t stop writing
don’t stop writing
don’t stop writing
don’t stop writing
don’t stop writing
don’t stop writing
don’t stop writing
don’t stop writing
don’t stop writing
don’t stop thinking about her hair
no sabes cuando todo terminada pero solamente escucho los pasos in the attic blue stands still
at evergreen the mom talks of the mountains thirty six years of loving someone
no sabes cuando todo terminada pero solamente escucho los pasos in the attic blue stands still
at evergreen the mom talks of the mountains thirty six years of loving someone
woman hands
recoge el lugar
del sueno anoche
orejas claridad
del sueno anoche
orejas claridad
la piel wall brick red the remains tracking
footprints dress business face
another hesitation in the interior mind and body
footprints dress business face
another hesitation in the interior mind and body
cuerpo, quedate aqui tierra suave mojada el sonido de septiembre chaqueta cubre pecho
futuro de alla creyendo ricon
hesitant mouth together they problematic reasoning some together once a dar para mochar las hierbas del cuerpo away my return knowing and will not will return swallow breath
viento que petrifica muchachas sofia y diana cerrando los ojos
THE GRAPEFRUIT ON THE TABLE
the expansion and first sound dissipates into cycles
grapefruit stick on the table
like the thoughts that have taken refuge in your mind, and mine.
this was my great grandmothers ring, an ancient iron holding my middle finger
she was a hard woman to budge
but hot the ring has misshapen
from hitting the constant line of my unknown times
we aren't in the same bloodline, but share the shapes
a woman's light always creates- women through generations.
JOE AND DLR
SUMMER HEAT
Drop by drop on dandelion heat
an existing rim shadowing the outcome
separating days into time that slips into minutes
lunar cycles learning how to turn in both directions,
and without any pair of eyes noticing
secret giants holding dear the ability to break
and become whole again
a star confused of its existence
a rose with thorns blocking the walkway
what is this world we live in?
answered only by the barbaric yelp
echoing into an abyss that only the cataract
of a poppy can see.
DLR & M.K REYNOLDS
BLOOD
my lineage sits on a blank page
the story falls through all of us
it something we are trying to give rid of
a tangling thread holding the ends of every breath
mercury blue smeared ink
papers in water
a diluted karma seeking space
for every throat that carries this name
carries these weightless things
an iron to clot blood
my lineage sits on a blank page
waiting for a hand of stone.
DLR & SK
April “2” 20=I(9)