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Isabel Alvear

Oh one one oh one Who knew that one day Under all that we write Unless by cursive hand Is determined by numbers Digits ruling the world...

Frightened from Halloween Weeping, I stood in between My parents glancing at things My brother win at The Rings An original Carnival game...

Like a dead body anchored In the bottom of my belly Is where all the trauma of My Life Sits. It moves, bobbing silently Pulsating...

This month, I am pleased to feature my cousin and guest poet Lupita-Eyde Tucker. Lupita Eyde-Tucker writes and translates poetry in...

Inside the park, dirt churning The sandy soil moistly warming The earth readying, fortifying Nurturing, gathering power Pushing up...

A beautifully large, rambling house Silly children spilling out of rooms Screaming, playing, laughing Spending the seasons with los...