Poem – Fourteen East

Scenarios of a Forgotten Nature

If I were a A warrior My eyes would look at the sun— The sun which did not nearly caress me as long as it..

The Virgin is Morenita and she bathes in an emerald silhouette. To pay homage, my mother wrapped my hair in green, white and red ribbon...

On road trips to the motherland in a cooped up minivan— sometimes only my brother and sisters Other times tias y tios, abuelitas y primas..

This poem’s about sense of wonder, ‘cause yeah, there’s cops and tweaks, but also — Diego in his basement, loud with gas and jazz records,..

Lavando carros Para que nadie vea Aparte de los ojos que miran Hasta que algo va mal Un cuerpo por un billete Un alma por..

Washing cars For no one to see But the eyes that watch Until something goes astray A body for a bill A soul for a..