Poetry

Adriana M. Martínez Figueroa

dengue i am born in tepid waters made of rains long past. i have found that swimming i develop best. my thorax underneath me as i shed myself. i skate across the surface and i wonder if jesus learned from his ancestors that you had to crawl before being able to walk across water. did […]

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Aaron Henry Aceves

It Stops Here The remnants of my soul are to be scattered to the wind tonight. It will be a solemn ceremony, one with an air of great disappointment. I started out with a glittering galaxy of stars within me. And now? I am flickering embers, shards of glass from when my light met earth […]

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