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Peter Cook and Kenny Lerner Need, desperate need, eagle-taloned need
is a pumping drill. The oil sloshes
to the brim. The lid slams and it’s a tanker
spewing smoke. It burps and hisses
Rosa Chávez Ri oj ab'aj xkoj qetal ruk'a k'atanalaj ch'ich'
Xk'at ri qab'aq'wach //
Las piedras fuimos marcadas con hierro candente
quemados nuestros ojos //
We, stones, were branded by hot iron
our eyes scorched
Lois Beardslee When I asked my mother
If she could remember
What her mother's mother called December
Oliver de la Paz The way is written in the dark:
it has steel in it, something metallic, a gun,
a mallet, a piece of machinery--
something cold like the sea, something,
Craig Santos Perez kai cries
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:
Jody Bolz First, take away light.
Leave time—but make it dark,
disordered. Make it sleepless.
Not day, not night.
Juan Carlos Galeano In the north we hunted many buffalo
whose lard warmed us all winter.
But in the jungle they told us that to bring more light
Ruth Irupé Sanabria I am the daughter of doves
That disappeared into dust
Hear my pulse whisper: