Tag: culture
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Ransom Notes | Day 1 April Poetry Month Chapbook
Identity Who among us is a beastthat never dies?Who among us is a loverthat never cries?Who among us is a dreamerthat always lies?I am your woundI am your eyesI am your bed (I am your shadowthat runs acrossthe groundand no obstacle, no rockno chasm, no mountainscan keep me from being at your feet) {1 April […]
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Sustenance sundanceness.
Sustenance sundanceness. arnoldogarcía poema|foto.
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Writing the veins | Where our stories come from
My ink is the web of life, a sunburned heart, thirty kilometers of veins, holding up the calcinated skeleton of migrants. I scribble from the tips of my fingers to the octopus buds that nestle under my tongue the stories and struggles, singing from the bed of each night. I do not leave a […]
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what I lost | arnoldo garcía
I cannot take back what I lost what I lost now belongs to another If I take back what I lost I will have to take it away from another I I cannot take back what I lost what I lost is only found in my memory a body that needs another to be found […]
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arnoldo garcía: forgetfulness blues
I wasn’t born here I wasn’t born here And no way do I wanna die here I don’t forget tomorrow I don’t forget yesterday I don’t forget time and the boss’s scoldings I don’t forget your shadow I can’t forget your scars I can’t forget the weariness of being without you I remember I remember […]
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arnoldo garcía: no one dies
Sup Marcos committed revolutuonary suicide, revolutuonary reincarnation, a revolutionary act of self-immolation so that Galeano would rise alive unwounded, a spirit made flesh with paliacate smiles, a zapatista Phoenix taking flight from the ashes of that pipe-smoking masked brother. * Si Che viviera, también se llamara Galeano.., * Marcos stepped down and Galeano […]
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arnoldo garcía: Soledades
I cannot possess you anymore than you can possess the wind, the water, the land And I will never possess you or the land Yet all I want is to be buried in you So that you can possess me Turning me into a flurry of wind dust across your watery back a muddy […]
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arnoldo garcía: I want to share the moon with you…
I want to share the moon with you…holy breadpale burnt tortillapock-marked facerotting mirrorantarctic slipwounded smileloudspeaker of sunsdisposable tambourinefrying cymbalgriddled planeingestable hands I want to cut my wrists with the moon…so all the oceans will come gushing outbecoming impotent crayons and a scar of dark matteron either tear ducts of your sex I want to […]
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arnoldo garcía | Rebellions |
it’s right to rebel. — mao my eyes are rebellingthey’re tired of seeing for methey want to see for themselvesthey want to see the sun, become the sun unblinding explosionsmy eyes say let your brain see in the night without usyou’ll appreciate your knees more as a penitent for light.My ears are joining […]
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arnoldo garcía: i am a ghost
There are days when i believe i am a ghost haunting stairwells and abandoned migrant camps sleeping with Billie Holiday and getting drunk with drunk Indians Being pulled into seance sessions with bolshevik clouds Having to possess her body to become real Ghosts do not cry. Ghosts do not die. Ghosts have unfinished revolutions. I cry so […]
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