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Y’all, there’s < 1 mo left to send us your poems! Subs close 1 September. I’m going to tweet a poem/day to get us there! Pa’lante! 
#1 That New New! @johnmanuelarias from @THEBOILER_ fresh summer issue.
“Do the colonizers in the colonies
Get a seat at the table?
At the *mesa, Marco corrects
The gringos are listening
They want Spanglish” https://theboilerjournal.com/2020/07/17/john-manuel-arias/
“Do the colonizers in the colonies
Get a seat at the table?
At the *mesa, Marco corrects
The gringos are listening
They want Spanglish” https://theboilerjournal.com/2020/07/17/john-manuel-arias/
#2 A poet whose work I’m so glad to know thru his sub to us—who’s now one of my faves— @GloomyGlus.
“our mothers were sidelined,
hidden behind the nopalera, the huizachera,
bottlebrush and manzanita. Some sat
in a circle where bluebonnet grew.” https://nightheronbarks.com/blog-feed/across-the-southwest-our-mothers-were-sidelined/
“our mothers were sidelined,
hidden behind the nopalera, the huizachera,
bottlebrush and manzanita. Some sat
in a circle where bluebonnet grew.” https://nightheronbarks.com/blog-feed/across-the-southwest-our-mothers-were-sidelined/
#3 @tatianamrj’s My father hums and for the first time this is art:
“hands that wouldn’t know about his children music blaring through
their gapped teeth their feet pounding to the origin of their father’s atoms” https://www.masspoetry.org/poemofthemoment3/
“hands that wouldn’t know about his children music blaring through
their gapped teeth their feet pounding to the origin of their father’s atoms” https://www.masspoetry.org/poemofthemoment3/
#4 A fave from @CTsalazar_!
“You called me castaway and I called you
darling
+
I could believe the soul is a crater—the impact of
your hands on my chest. Fingertips & lips, forest
+
& fire. You taste like cinnamon, or cyanide. https://cosmonautsavenue.com/c-t-salazar-poetry/
“You called me castaway and I called you
darling
+
I could believe the soul is a crater—the impact of
your hands on my chest. Fingertips & lips, forest
+
& fire. You taste like cinnamon, or cyanide. https://cosmonautsavenue.com/c-t-salazar-poetry/
#6 @jasminnemendez’s “Machete : Look,” a poem I can’t stop re-reading:
“Which is to say —
map
what I have done
for war &
for cane,
for borders &
for land,
to lovers &
to home.”
https://www.splitthisrock.org/poetry-database/poem/machete-look
“Which is to say —
map
what I have done
for war &
for cane,
for borders &
for land,
to lovers &
to home.”
https://www.splitthisrock.org/poetry-database/poem/machete-look
#7 Rio Cortez’s “UFO, For Instance:”
“you might as well look out
into the clouds of long pine that hang brambled &
orange in branches you listen for howling but none comes” https://poetrysociety.org/features/latinx-caribbean-poetry/rio-cortez-on-ufo-for-instance
“you might as well look out
into the clouds of long pine that hang brambled &
orange in branches you listen for howling but none comes” https://poetrysociety.org/features/latinx-caribbean-poetry/rio-cortez-on-ufo-for-instance
#8 On his launch day! @bengarciapoet’s futurism, “Postcard from the apocalypse:”
“we traded viruses like viruses
cash was our cash crop we could 3d print our darkest thought
we made it diamonds islands climate”
https://www.acentosreview.com/february2018/benjamin-garcia.html
“we traded viruses like viruses
cash was our cash crop we could 3d print our darkest thought
we made it diamonds islands climate”
https://www.acentosreview.com/february2018/benjamin-garcia.html
