By Rigoberto González
Ay, goldo, goldito, goldo
with those sunbathed baby cheeks,
I want to gobble you up in kisses.
Please go…
with those sunbathed baby cheeks,
I want to gobble you up in kisses.
Please go…
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- By Rigoberto GonzálezAy, goldo, goldito, goldo
con esos cachetitos asoleados,
te quiero engullir a besos.
Anda sigue, coquet… - By Shann Rayi . sorrow
is the curved ribcage of a beautiful death,
the elk’s arched bones visible in the morning… - By Rigoberto GonzálezIn love again, I welcome the familiar
high, the dizzying state of detecting
signs around me that the world… - By Raymond AntrobusMy phone memory is full
of canvases I have cried in front of—
circles, holes—
Shadows on water.
___… - By Kandace Siobhan Walkerthat makes the city look like revelation
because I love you. Just wanted to check in
and see how you… - By Lauren RussellHammock dumping
you onto bruised
grasses, frayed
thoughts droop
sideways, hammering
morning. Slipper-
footed… - By Sasha PearlI’m in Shartlesville
Eating air-chilled wings in the sleeper cab
I took the contract because the devil… - By Magda PortalToday everything
in this smoky love
seems false to me
from the two glazed pools of your eyes
where… - By Countee CullenIf love be staunch, call mountains brittle;
Love is a thing will live
So long, my dear,––oh, just the … - By Dorothy ParkerI think that I shall never know
Why I am thus, and I am so.
Around me, other girls inspire
In men the rush… - By Caroline Harper NewA man by the name of Skinner becomes famous
for keeping caged
pigeons, whom his clock feeds or… - By Jesse HolthReady to fly, my heart has been unbuckling
for a long time, waiting. When you finally
arrive, we are… - By Karen HoulePulling the foreign body off me— out of the dress up over my arms through the neckhole—
he says, You… - By Richard SikenThere are so many things I’m not allowed to tell you.
I touch myself, I dream.
Wearing your clothes… - By SapphoDeathless Aphrodite of the spangled mind,
child of Zeus, who twists lures, I beg you
do not break with… - By UnknownLēodum is mīnum swylce him mon lāc gife;
willað hȳ hine āþecgan gif hē on þrēat cymeð.
Ungelīc is ū… - By Cornelius EadySome folks will tell you the blues is a woman,
Some type of supernatural creature.
My mother would tell… - By Tilsa OttaI like to think that when lovers say they’ll love forever
That really their love does last forever
And… - By Cheryl Clarkei. brother
Your gift was you could name any random
recording (and its personnel) on any random radio station…