By Rigoberto González
Ay, goldo, goldito, goldo
con esos cachetitos asoleados,
te quiero engullir a besos.
Anda sigue, coquet…
con esos cachetitos asoleados,
te quiero engullir a besos.
Anda sigue, coquet…
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- By Rigoberto GonzálezAy, goldo, goldito, goldo
with those sunbathed baby cheeks,
I want to gobble you up in kisses.
Please go… - By Maya RibaultCiao sachet chum, porkpie panache, you ditsy-dots chatelaine.
Takes that much work to be a fairy with… - By Brittany PerhamThe doctor tells her what she can’t eat
no grains no nuts no beans no sugar a tomato is OK
but no skins… - By Omotara JamesWhen Sarah Vaughan pipes from the great American songbook,
I forget time is dragging my body from one… - By Daniel HalpernThe redolence of rose and new road.
The attar of grass, recently cut.
The fish-whiff of anchovy.
The spinning… - By Nicole GonzalezThe Spiritual Symbiotic Triad
White corn masa harina
puff up on the comal,
Calabacitas steaming
… - By Jalen Skye SmallcanyonUnder noon’s gaze, eyes narrow search for the prize wether, ensnared by rope and legs bound by azure…
- By Ariana LeeMama is half a country
away and I am newly adult,
so I wash grapes, measuring salt
by eyefuls to baptize… - By Caroline Laganas1 berry-stained month of summer
1 grandmother
2 cups flour
½ cup sugar
1 tablespoon baking powder
½… - By Janiru LiyanageA pound of
Bruised mangoes
Cleaved into halves, chilied and salted like the heads of
Dead fish, which… - By Leah Naomi GreenTake all summer,
your ember from the sun,
its walking meditation. Store it in small
vaults of light to … - By W. S. MerwinLate in May as the light lengthens
toward summer the young goldfinches
flutter down through the day for… - By Kinsale DrakeI feel god in this Taco Bell tonight:
Cheese, beans, rice, the witching hour
of missing someone. My… - By Frank X. Walker...walk into a bar in America.
Butterworth says, I’m being repackaged.
Ben says, I’m being rebranded… - By Carol McCarthyMy husband leans against the counter,
chopping onions, julienning bell peppers,
his back to the door… - By Richard BlancoQue será, el café of this holy, incorporated place,
the wild steam of scorched espresso cakes rising… - By Isabel GalleymoreAnd he said to himself, if primates, rodents, and hoofed mammals each have their place, so must noodles…
- By Sarah BarberThat summer I got very thin
on my diet of he-loves-me-not:
kale, fried egg, a tomato melted
in butter… - By Samyak ShertokTwice a year Apa cooked his “monk’s half-moon” dish: pumpkin blossom
lamb curry—first crackle the fenugreek…