I have the many and bright letters of my first and middle name Irish enough to outweigh the heaviness of the thick and rich Hispanic last name I carry slumped over my golden shoulders.
Student Poetry
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Popping like Gunfire
I hear popping in my right ear again. It happens every time I chew and it annoys me so to the point where I have a hard time breaking things down enough to swallow. Yes, I have choked now and then because the popping is beginning to sound more like guns and my ears like […]
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Black Girl Blues
To be a black girl is to be ancient A walking cemetery A womb to only carry lynched sons and kidnapped daughters Have feet made of fossils Learning the oil spill of her birth A hip strong enough for her kin An underground railroad kind of back Backside to sit glass on And still enough […]
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Music Is Life and Life Is Poetry
Br. Joseph Hoover, S.J. reflects on this year’s Foley Poetry Contest.
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I don’t know how I feel
I don’t know how I feel today./ Maybe I feel dangerous./ I could fail a test on purpose
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glasses
i wore my glasses today/ for the first time/ since the last time i saw you
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FLAME
STUDENT POETRY: “Simply memories of home and the past and/ Childhood restored.”
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A Want Gone Quiet
STUDENT POETRY: Once,/ I was so lonely/ that my father gave me doubt as a sibling.
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Unconditional Love
As I walked through the path to Calvary, the stench of grubby sand lingered in the air