November 2022

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Poem

Places Our People Are Martyred for the Last Time

By Troy Osaki

On a motorcycle moonstruck

Standing at a table of mahjong tiles

Around a pail of fish

Midday at the front door

In a muddy alley wearing boxers

In a field of summer abacá

While sitting in a chair remembering

the last time their hands softened

in the Philippine Sea

Poem

C] o [urse Listing: More Than a Notion

By Lyrae Van Clief-Stefanon

What am I asking—: What is this flashing—: hesitation? It appears like the red light near an airport—: at intervals, flash. Flash and then it disappears. A little notion. Now it sits—: a tease. Now hovering, twinkles warning. Notion’s—: little eye for—: hook, a catch to snag. Moves—: this is what I like—: about a cursor. And f**…

Poem

From “Sólo el ojo ve el azul”

By Liliana Ponce

[semilla en el paisaje]

Semilla en el paisaje—
ni siquiera lo cruel agrieta el espejo geométrico.

Miramos lentamente las formas, figuras ahí aparecidas,
y amanece y anochece—
pero la pasividad, vidrio lunar,
sólo separa lo horizontal del cielo.

Luz ambigua late en los peces verdes,
en las aguas verdes,
¿qué señal se moverá?

…

November 2022

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poetry-magazineC] o [urse Listing: More Than a Notion

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Places Our People Are Martyred for the Last Time

C] o [urse Listing: More Than a Notion

From “Sólo el ojo ve el azul”