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Poetry
“Americans detained when overheard speaking Spanish”
and I wonder out loud,¿Qué es esto?Since when did bilingualism become a crime?My bones tremble in Spanish, qué miedoand I stuffmy double r’s and my ñ’s in betweenmy cheeks.I hold them hostage.I’d rather them be detained than I. Pero I think of my daughterand I put my immigrant fears aside.I spit out my chewed-up Spanish […]
Digital Vespers
In blue-lit rooms we bow our heads,Not to pray, but to scroll through feedsOf endless information streams—Where once were rosaries, now screensMark time in electronic beads. Each notification’s gentle pingEchoes like a distant chapel bell,While algorithms track our pathsLike ancient monks who kept their mathIn books where sacred stories dwell. Our fingers trace these glass-faced […]
T. S. Eliot can be intimidating. You should still read his poem ‘Marina.’
Whenever I teach a seminar on T. S. Eliot’s work, I spend the first day of class on ‘Marina.’
The Half-Life of Longing
Scientists haven’t studied the isotopes of heartache
Catalog of Cures in Ordinary Time
Like little sunsets, like a song
of ascents, I wish to remember my father.
The 2025 Foley poetry contest: Lyric questions about grief
These are poems that grip your heart, stretch your mind and startle your soul awake.
Matins
the wily accuser
tempted him in just the way to confuse a savior:
All this I will give you.
