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Later Gator
You glide by casually down the ‘Glades while our noisy asses throw waves and ripples in your territory but still you pay us no mind. And why would you? We’re chumps in comparison to your prehistoric perfected design. Blending with brackish waters, barely un ojito to be seen, a trail of bubbles telling us youContinueContinue reading “Later Gator”
Where It All Began
The road so far is the same that leads us back. Back to where you and I come from, where your ancestors dwelled. It’s quiet here and the people don’t care that we’re here. They figure we’re just more tourists come to see the oddity that is small town life where everyone knows each other.ContinueContinue reading “Where It All Began”
Fishing for Magic —
What an exquisite piece. Click the link below to read. By Lorraine Caputo Up & down the river boardwalk along this swollen river people dip lines into the quick current A man fights to bring his back in, long, expensive rod bending — only to emerge debris A large raft of waterlilies swiftly drifts downstreamContinueContinue reading “Fishing for Magic —”
To the Top of the World
Blue to the front and green to the back. Nothing but mountain and sky for miles above and below. Sitting in a plastic box, miles above the surface, life stands still. It’s just an expanse all around and nothing else matters. I don’t feel small or insignificant or afraid. I just feel a part ofContinueContinue reading “To the Top of the World”
Halfway ‘Round the World Again
Your land is named after & runs through the halfway point of two hemispheres, which is only fitting, because I myself traverse two sides of multiple worlds. One foot on each side, straddling the line between Latin anf American, queer and not. It only makes sense that the equator runs through my veins. I wasContinueContinue reading “Halfway ‘Round the World Again”
Three poems by Wanda Deglane — BURNING HOUSE PRESS
What a brutal batch of poems. I loved them. “…scream endlessly into their ears in one long, feral sound. because closure isn’t real, but screaming is.” Click the link below for more stunning lines like these! August August is second-degree burns / from hands grazing against metal / it is waking from sweat-dripping nightmares /ContinueContinue reading “Three poems by Wanda Deglane — BURNING HOUSE PRESS”
Hidden Roads
Winding dirt paths that turn into rocky roads lead the way to hidden routes that few tourists find. We make our way through into people’s homes, communities, and lives, and this time, we’re the colonizers. I like to think we’re benevolent though, as we mean no harm and only want to eat their food andContinueContinue reading “Hidden Roads”
Fellow Nomadic Writer
You sit scrawling across The pages of a spiral notebook With a mysterious hard cover By your side. Your eyes dart Side to side on the occasion When you stop writing to look up. Your mouth forms silent words In what I assume is your method Of deciphering the text that comes Next. Two teenageContinueContinue reading “Fellow Nomadic Writer”