Edited by Marc David Bonagura
Talking Weeds Publishing
Martin Ramírez Drawing: Horse on Stage
we said “shoot for
but only if it endears you.
I must wait.
How dare I thrust the perversion of
Buddhist death was explained in metaphor:
being poured into a river
no dwelling on mistakes made and lessons learned
just sleep, black and dreamless
leave nothing to be resurrected
in case Jesus keeps his promise
A Stallion embarks wildflower
you shuck and shimmy
He looked down and over at me and asked if I was hungry before he shifted into drive. I said “no,” though I hadn’t eaten since that nasty Spam Hank made for us girls the night before. I never liked spam, or asparagus—but learned better than to not eat it a few Thanksgivings ago.
A schoolteacher and Adjunct Professor, Mariana Sierra is a Puerto Rican emigrant currently inhabiting New York's backyard. Her poetry, which more often than not is catharsis, has appeared in both academic and literary journals.