“Identity” by Julio Noboa Polanco
Let them be as flowers, always watered, fed, guarded, admired, but harnessed to a pot of dirt. I’d rather be a tall, ugly weed, clinging…
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Continue reading →IAmong twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. III was of three minds,Like a treeIn which there are three…
Continue reading →We think we get over things. We don’t get over things. Or say, we get over the measles but not a broken heart. We need…
Continue reading →Forever – is composed of Nows – ‘Tis not a different time – Except for Infiniteness – And Latitude of Home – From this –…
Continue reading →To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the approbation of honest critics and…
Continue reading →Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light, are giving off the rich fragrance of cinnamon and fulfillment, the long tapers…
Continue reading →Love After Love by Derek Walcott The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own…
Continue reading →When you’re up against a trouble, Meet it squarely, face to face; Lift your chin and set your shoulders, Plant your feet and take a…
Continue reading →Knee-deep in the ferns springing up at the edge of the whistling swamp I watch the owl with its satisfied, heart-shaped face as it flies over the water– back and…
Continue reading →Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean – the one who has…
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