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Martín Espada

Alabanza

By Martín Espada
Carlos Andrés Gómez

Juan Valdez (or Why is a white guy like you named “Carlos”?)

By Carlos Andrés Gómez
Natalie Diaz

Ode to the Beloved’s Hips

By Natalie Diaz
Eduardo Corral

In Colorado My Father Scoured and Stacked Dishes

By Eduardo C. Corral
Allison Adelle Hedge Coke

First Morning Poem

By Allison Adelle Hedge Coke In a room facing chimneys
over the place Nancy Morejón rests
between sleeps lining free lines
she whispers to hearing DC:
Ruth Irupé Sanabria

Hija

By Ruth Irupé Sanabria I am the daughter of doves
That disappeared into dust
Hear my pulse whisper:
Marie-Elizabeth Mali

Oceanside, CA

By Marie-Elizabeth Mali Balancing on crutches in the shallows
near her mother, a girl missing her right lower leg
swings her body and falls, laughing.
David Tomas Martinez

from Forgetting Willie James Jones

By David Tomas Martinez It's not water to wine to swallow harm,
though many of us have,
and changing the name
Pablo Miguel Martínez

azul / lejos

By Pablo Miguel Martinez the math of dance
the math of breath
counting 4 / 4
Elizabeth Acevedo

The Therapist Says to Talk Through Your Door in Case You’re Listening

By Elizabeth Acevedo Rob, my heart is a peeled clementine and I don't wince
anymore when you stick your thumb in the hollow middle,
pull apart. You don't even swallow these pieces
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