INDIA LENA GONZĂLEZ
MAMI : a chest for healing
my head on your chest
when i fall asleep is when you fall asleep
my head on your chest
when i fall asleep is when you fall asleep
A. These are easy, since they’re all air. You open your mouth wide
I came out of a beach
sex dream to doves cooing
What science does is what I would like more literature to do too:show us that we are living in a world that is not all about us. Helen Macdonald, Vesper Flights Paul Lindholdt | Contributing Writer Guidance from the God of Seahorses Keats ConleyGreen Writers Press, 2021 The cover of Keats Conleyâs Guidance from the God of Seahorses features a photograph, one that went viral in 2016, of a seahorse whose tail encircles a pink Q-tip. That seahorse, a seemingly posthuman image, appears to be considering the Q-tip as a mate. Marine biologist Justin Hofman snapped the photo off the Indonesian island of Sumbawa, and the photo has come to stand as unforgettable evidence of marine trash. Plastic everywhere breaks down into tiny bits, known as microplastics, which swirl deep in the seas and are borne by breezes high atop mountain peaks. Keats Conley, who is herself a marine biologist, told interviewer Mel Ruth in the literary journal Arkana that she conceived the poems in Guidance from the God of Seahorses as a series of …
it was here in mid-winter
Photographs Taken by My Grandfather of Neu-Lobitz,
His Childhood Home, Circa 1925
Always passionate but tonight Fantasia Gorey
& of the salt flakes on the surface of skin
To be brave, I look to the daffodil.
A stupid flower, I’ve always thought
Muriel Leungâs Imagine Us, the Swarm