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By Moncho Alvarado
She said, it's facil, look up, kiss everything,
hold the sun between your mouth,
blow like this * * * * * ****
**** * * * * **** *****
after I told her I was a woman, she wrinkled
the space between us by hugging me.
By Aideed Medina
De piedra, sangre.
I make my own heaven. I drag it out of the streets, and inhospitable terrains. I mixed "tabique", brick, mortar with my hands, kneading,
I need, to make my own heaven
By Jessica (Tyner) Mehta
Conductor drives us, the cow-
catcher barreling straight into the teeth
of Memory’s harshest winter.
By Deborah A. Miranda
The people you cannot treat as people
Whose backs bent over your fields, your kitchens, your cattle, your children
We whose hands harvested the food we planted and cultivated for your mouth, your belly.
By Jennifer Foerster
The war appeared to be coming to an end.
The no-name people not yet taken
left their crops for summer’s drought.
By Laura Tohe
By Kimberly Blaeser
Scientists say my brain and heart
are 73 percent water—
they underestimate me.
By Naomi Ortiz
base booms opposite my scooter
I am obstruction
By Darrel Alejandro Holnes
Only beasts are supposed to hibernate.
But this brother has been lying there
for years. Truth isn’t a news headline.
By Margo Tamez
The weather in Brecksville was in transition.
He was wearing a light jacket. The seasonal
change of weather variations,