I have a new poem in The Oxonian Review. It's titled ‘Garbanzos Viudos’ (i.e. ‘Widowed Chickpeas’), and you can read it here.
HERE (Here’s the privilege of another day) Here’s the old singer with the
blank stare coughing muck from his lungs at 4 a.m Here’s a place that’s
right and...
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