By Elontra N. Hall
in which kobe seeks a mentor to train him
Praying for a fiery muse, he was
answered by the clang of hammers…
Praying for a fiery muse, he was
answered by the clang of hammers…
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- By Jim JohnstoneBomber jacket trimmed with venom,
I pace the canyon like a parasite:
EK monogram, US flag, and cane,
the… - By Angelina SáenzNo
I don’t dance horses
I am not a mariachi
I am not a baile folklorico dancer
I am not the half-time show… - By ire’ne lara silvawe are taught the beauty of the rose
the serenity of the soft and the still
the austerity of silver stars… - By Angelina SáenzThere is a framed photograph of my grandmother
She is a young woman, sitting on a horse, vestida de china… - By Angelina SáenzI am a feminist who loves my sport
and the machismo in charrería often gets to me
To be clear
I am not … - By ire’ne lara silvathey called me for wanting to wear the traje de charro for wanting to ride astride for wanting no limits…
- By Angelina SáenzBrother charro
do you realize
that it is because of escaramuza
that you have an audience?
Our performances… - By ire’ne lara silvait was the truest thing to say a sisterhood
born of struggling and dreaming and training
it was the truest… - By ire’ne lara silvathey announce us Valentina Covarrubias montada en Viento
my girl does not cower does not wave or smile… - By R. L. SwihartThe migration continues. Continuous. Sporadic.
With mathematical complexity, wind
over sand
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Ropes … - By Maeve Marien-McManusto me I bend their gaze &
I break it.
For the women on the shore I break it.
For once my young body stronger… - By Peter O’LearyBlood-gushered mountainside a brass parapegma of noon
glares behind: gore of hides. Beasts all slain.… - By Yesenia Montilla& I immediately think of Cheryl, her Malik, his beloved
obsession with the team’s orange & blue, a sunset… - By Nick MakohaTell me about the first time you met Basquiat. Not this request again ...
So: Kobe has the ball, Staples… - By Holly Mitchell1.
After the beginning of the gallop, there are counts when the horse is in the air, her
legs withdrawn… - By Tayi TibbleRinsing the sea salt out of our bikinis
with the drinking water and getting a slap
upside the head from… - By Chris AbaniA stream in a forest and a boy fishing,
heart aflame, head hush, tasting the world—
lick and pant. The… - By Jim DanielsThe strongest boy in our high school
on the edge of Detroit did not play
sports—he would’ve had to cut… - By Martín EspadaA city boy, I always wanted to go fishing. The DiFilippo brothers brought me
to a secret lake where …