Poem
By ire’ne lara silva
we are taught the beauty of the rose
the serenity of the soft and the still
the austerity of silver stars…
the serenity of the soft and the still
the austerity of silver stars…
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Sports & Outdoor Activities
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- PoemBy Angelina SáenzThere is a framed photograph of my grandmother
She is a young woman, sitting on a horse, vestida de china… - PoemBy Angelina SáenzI am a feminist who loves my sport
and the machismo in charrería often gets to me
To be clear
I am not … - PoemBy Angelina SáenzBrother charro
do you realize
that it is because of escaramuza
that you have an audience?
Our performances… - PoemBy ire’ne lara silvathey announce us Valentina Covarrubias montada en Viento
my girl does not cower does not wave or smile… - PoemBy 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… - PoemBy R. L. SwihartThe migration continues. Continuous. Sporadic.
With mathematical complexity, wind
over sand
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Ropes … - PoemBy Peter O’LearyBlood-gushered mountainside a brass parapegma of noon
glares behind: gore of hides. Beasts all slain.… - PoemBy Yesenia Montilla& I immediately think of Cheryl, her Malik, his beloved
obsession with the team’s orange & blue, a sunset… - ArticleBy Tyler MaloneFor a poem about the brevity of every state of being, the single octave perfectly enacts its themes through its form.
- PoemBy Holly Mitchell1.
After the beginning of the gallop, there are counts when the horse is in the air, her
legs withdrawn… - ArticleBy Eric WeiskottA melancholy medieval rent collector’s sorrows, scribbled on the back of a legal document
- PoemBy John TickhillIn springtime, chief of all seasons,
in May when new joys rise and flourish,
the sun is lord and messenger… - PoemBy Tomás Q. MorínIn this life, there are stars
and there are stunt doubles.
Before I became one of those fathers
obsessed… - PoemBy Tayi TibbleRinsing the sea salt out of our bikinis
with the drinking water and getting a slap
upside the head from… - PoemBy Tracy K. Smith200 cows more than 600 hilly acres
property would have been even larger
had J not sold 66 acres to … - PoemBy C. D. WrightWater
Cold as it sounds
The storm glass
Refilled and sealed
With a wine cork
The spout spilling… - PoemBy Chris AbaniA stream in a forest and a boy fishing,
heart aflame, head hush, tasting the world—
lick and pant. The… - PoemBy Jim DanielsThe strongest boy in our high school
on the edge of Detroit did not play
sports—he would’ve had to cut… 