este sábado en Santa Ana, la ciudad donde murió mi abuela. haremos un recorrido de reconocimiento a las calles del centro intentando tallerear-encontrar-fotografiar lo que pensamos. si quieren participar avísenme firstname.lastname@example.org
Mary Jo Bang, Vlad Pojoga, Luci Romero, Nikola Madzirov y su servilleta en lectura llena de sillas.
poemas: Mary Jo Bang
And as in Alice
Alice cannot be in the poem, she says, because
She's only a metaphor for childhood
And a poem is a metaphor already
So we'd only have a metaphor
Inside a metaphor. Do you see?
They all nod. They see. Except for the girl
With her head in the rabbit hole. From this vantage,
Her bum looks like the flattened backside
Of a black and white panda. She actually has one
In the crook of her arm.
Of course it's stuffed and not living.
Who would dare hold a real bear so near the outer ear?
She's wondering what possible harm might come to her
If she fell all the way down the dark she's looking through.
Would strange creatures sing songs
Where odd syllables came to a sibilant end at the end.
Perhaps the sounds would be a form of light hissing.
Like when a walrus blows air
Through two fractured front te…