Today was the last poem in the series Imaginary Homelands in Winter Tangerine Review. Also, if you havent already, check out the art that accompanied the poems. xo Maria The poems. Oh goodness. The poems. “I can be so deliberate as to fill spaces she has emptied with herself” “My brother’s wife lays eggs in the comfort of my throat.” “When I first met my hands, their small largesse they and I - we three - were amazed.” “New York, in the movie, was always sunshine” “We were all in yellow. Garlands of jasmine around your neck” “Home is never a house, but a body: ribcage, a heart beating to sleep” “One body trembling for another. Or beneath. Or against.” “Define betrayal. Define slicing the neck. Define inquisition.” “A prayer dissolved in water casts a spell” “He rises, like an antler from the earth” The poems are beautiful. They are heartbreaking. They are poignant. They are succinct. I am honored to have been given the opportunity to showcase these works. Thank you to the poets who trust us with their words. Thank you to Louie Van Patten and Cara Thayer who trusted us with their art.
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