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 GonzálezAll insects have them yet the luna moth leaves
its mouth and the memory of hunger behind
with its caterpillar… - By Shann Rayi . sorrow
is the curved ribcage of a beautiful death,
the elk’s arched bones visible in the morning… - By Rigoberto GonzálezAy, goldo, goldito, goldo
with those sunbathed baby cheeks,
I want to gobble you up in kisses.
Please go… - By Kandace Siobhan Walkerthat makes the city look like revelation
because I love you. Just wanted to check in
and see how you… - By Raymond AntrobusMy phone memory is full
of canvases I have cried in front of—
circles, holes—
Shadows on water.
___… - By Fahad Al-AmoudiA feathering of smoke won’t reach
the jacarandas above, whose cool fronds
darken the surface of the… - By Jim WhitesideWe are in the trophy room, facing a wall of glass-eyed,
lacquered things, when he says, I will never … - By Michael RobinsI dreamed you called without reason, picking up where we left the
water months ago. Origins without … - By Michael RobinsHere before the sun rises, I find it difficult to make the words, to lean
forward three years after your… - By Amy WoolardThe wind makes a salad
Of the countryside & we still refuse
To learn each other’s last names. You get
What… - By Aaron ShurinThe gates, the gardens, the windows, the sky, the ledge of bricks, the fallen leaves, the porch where…
- By Zhang Xianto the tune “mu lan hua: magnolia”
After tonight, what’s left of you is you
moving into my dream. Outside… - By Zhang Xian相离徒有相逢梦。门外马蹄尘已动。
怨歌留待醉时听，远⽬不堪空际送。
今宵风⽉知谁共。声咽琵琶槽上凤。
⼈⽣⽆物⽐多情，江⽔不深⼭不重。 - By Dan Beachy-QuickI created more loss where I meant to make less.
Created more debt where I meant to make depth.
Created… - By Paisley RekdalYou’d never call the branches
arms, though in certain
lights don’t pine and man
look like hands
conjoined… - 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 T.S. Leonardand it ends, of course, in fabulous heartbreak, like anything—
it’s not an if, but when—so the trick …