Tag: love
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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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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: 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: soul seas
My tenderness will absolve my rageOr else I will have to eat my fingersSo that I can never carry a weaponother than an ink potwhere I will dip the nubs of my blindnessto scribble your names…I will not die on the border of nothingnessI was born to live in a sea ofcolors,pigment,abandoned bones and […]
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arnoldo garcía: I am closing in
I am closer to life than to death I am closer to tenderness than to hate I am closer to breath than to silence Every day becomes an answer to taking sidesEvery night I ingest the suns that will never be ours I am closer to horizons than to forgetfulnessI am closer to the next […]
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arnoldo garcía: Migrant ghost heart
She is now just an idea, a deep memory an ancestor a sister a woman a ghost heart in my mind in my veins in my half life Her body was her own utopia she gave herself over to one man only gave birth to sons who married and had daughters and one son […]
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