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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 Values and formulas Expressing our thoughts Giving meaning to ideas One uh-oh one oh Someone out there Will put these in and Tell me what it means My world exists, supported By yours. You win Behind every image Online exchange, send Yours is beep beep boop Oh one oh one oh Conspiracy minds will Say I have ulterior motives Subliminal messaging

Frightened from Halloween Weeping, I stood in between My parents glancing at things My brother win at The Rings An original Carnival game The Haunted House behind Bottle necks ringed blind My brother wins first prize A lady frog of giant size Tearfully, I give her a name “Froggy” journeyed with us sibs Joining stories and other fibs Dragged a-top a skateboard too Froggy by me, just like glue Tucked in bed, always tame Drooled, stained, eyeball loose Loving Froggy, epically p

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 as my digestion Desperately attempts to Flush It Down. Shifting minutely Stifling my inability To lose the spare tire of Anxiety Around My belly. I can feel a new shifting The dead lump lifting up To my conscious surface I cough Outbursts Of anger And tears. The measure of vulnerability Coming up and out of me Is the cor

This month, I am pleased to feature my cousin and guest poet Lupita-Eyde Tucker. Lupita Eyde-Tucker writes and translates poetry in English and Spanish, has studied poetry at Bread Loaf, is a Fellow at The Watering Hole, and was selected as a 2018 AWP Writer to Writer Mentee. Her poems and translations have recently appeared in Baltimore Review, SWWIM, Muse/ A Journal, Nashville Review, Small Orange, Aquifer, The Acentos Review, The Florida Review, Contrapuntos VI, and Asympt

Inside the park, dirt churning The sandy soil moistly warming The earth readying, fortifying Nurturing, gathering power Pushing up daffodils and lilies Deep inhale, the smells of spring Heat gathering as nature’s strength Returns to give life, permeates All through Jackie Robinson park The dogs following her vigor Gather scents feverishly, salivating Zig-zagging, nuzzling the earth Oft times like forensic scientists Dogs are like the original CSI’s Of the huma

A beautifully large, rambling house Silly children spilling out of rooms Screaming, playing, laughing Spending the seasons with los primos. Secrets, whispers, and giggle-fits Dozing mostly into morning light Malibu Barbie and VHS under the tree Christmas pancakes as the snow flaked. Scary storms whipping in springtime The ancient tree knocking windows Toys bobbing from basement floods Rubber botas stuck dry in the front lawn. Screaming laughter, endless chases Fishi