I have two readings in two different states, in ONE day. #worldtour 4PM: Montclair State University “Live Lit” Montclair State University is fortunate to claim outstanding faculty-writers as our own. Our poets, dramatists, novelists, memoirists, and writers of other genres are published locally, nationally, and even internationally, and because of the multitude of writers we’re […]
Read more "Spring Fever"Breathalyzer (from Hypothetical Review, Issue 2) Today, I will find mom in her rose garden. Pretending to be two smashed strawberries hiding behind a not-so-white picket fence, I will lie next to her. Underneath our orange blossom sky, her face is soft and red. Her hair is hay or dead grass. Golden straw, newly spun. Keys glitter […]
Read more "Breathalyzer"¡Canta Coqui, Canta! [from Hypothetical Review, Issue 2] On a bed made of too many pillows Mi Abuelita sits up and nibbles into English. Stories of Arecibo without street lamps, without time, without roofs and first kisses on montañas alta spin as a documentary on tree frogs glows at the foot of the bed, a bowl of […]
Read more "¡Canta Coqui, Canta!"Portrait of Abuela as a Child on Laundry Day [from Hypothetical Review, Issue 2] Panchita fashions phantom dances out of linen stolen from neighbors’ lines that hammock rainforest sky the tear down and snap of alligator clothespins bite marrow sticky splinters rope and tastes like percussion pushed up against a river stone washboard Panchita presses perfume out […]
Read more "Portrait of Abuela as a Child on Laundry Day"From Gingerbread House Literary Magazine Volume 5 (February 2014) A Reimagined-Translation of “Dicen Que Soy” by La India For Elba The curse of some lonely witch Suspended above her cauldron-glow. An oar in her hands to paddle the wish. A witch, the complexion of garlic; peeled and crushed. An obsession that bleeds out of and into your […]
Read more "Que Crean Lo Que Quieran"FEB 16, 2014 roberto f. santiago: the night the only street lamp on my block fell The sidewalk was littered with long nights and shorter days. My path, the one I took everyday to get to work, was more winding, less paved. And at the end of the street, you stood. As your lips parted, […]
Read more "the night the only street lamp on my block fell"Feb 14, 2014 roberto f. santiago: he has mistress eyes From the the distance of a fourth wall he flutter-paints eyes that masterpiece, forcing you to avert your own, fully aware your mistress’ eyes are something like the sun. His mouth, with gold-lace interwoven formed into a whimper, a sum of hyperbole and he is […]
Read more "he has mistress eyes"Feb 14, 2014 roberto f. santiago: merboy His mouth is the plié of a sitar. It cinderblocks: smoke, and cinders. Melting under the spell of votives sweet-icing, thick like vanilla: split up the middle of MacArthur after midnight. We bathe under the gaze of a not quite full moon. Merlot-lipped Merboy, shadow-sheer smile, black like bible-ink, […]
Read more "merboy"Feb 13, 2014 roberto santiago and dana jaye: the wasted land (pulse) “Poem” is the first word at the tip of her finger, a pile of copper found in pennies and wires in a squat Her stare was vacant-neon above an empty lot the window her dressing, nostalgia in knots. Antique-body, plaid-voices brogue, timber, and […]
Read more "the wasted land (pulse)"Feminism is not about making all women the same. Nor is it a means for imposing silence upon people that express themselves in ways that we do not agree with. Feminism is a tool we need in order to enact change in ourselves. #agency #iWOKEupLIKEthis #beyonce #feminism #feminist #***flawless #B #azealia banks
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Roberto F. Santiago 