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Joseph Rios – Golden State Highway

Joseph Rios Golden State Highway The train catches up to me at Clovis Ave and we ride togetherThere’s one cloud in the skyand it’s full of lightning. I can’t look away.The three of us are on our way to Selmawhen the first droplets of rain start falling. I smell them first and then I put out myContinue reading “Joseph Rios – Golden State Highway “

Brian Turner – The Drive

Brian Turner Several years ago I did a reading in Scranton, Pennsylvania. I was lucky enough to be driven from the LaGuardia airport to my hotel in Scranton by a guy who often works with the Yankees for transportation issues. This poem comes from that drive, from some of the stories he told, from sittingContinue reading “Brian Turner – The Drive”

Joseph Rios – First Grade

Joseph Rios First Grade When Josefo got there, the kittens laid in pieces. Some here, there. He found dirt dusted hind parts. Black hair. Tails. Little feet like pinky fingers, soft velvet ears and bit halves of terrified faces. What blood remained, the droplets rolled away and grabbed onto the dust. Without wailing or crying, Josefo touched each of the pieces. He crouchedContinue reading “Joseph Rios – First Grade”

Brian Turner – The Shooting of David Ortiz

Brian Turner “The preparation is like making a soup. You start throwing ingredients in…you move it around and just start to put in all of this information and the day you start shooting, you drink it. And then forget about it…you don’t have to be thinking about it, it’s just going to be in youContinue reading “Brian Turner – The Shooting of David Ortiz”

Joseph Rios – Even at the Landscape Supply

Joseph Rios Even at the Landscape Supply I’m mourning my dead, again,sitting in line with a 75 Chevythat always smells like my father.I pull up onto the platform scalewhere I am to be measuredby a man with a flopping neon vestand no front teeth. I ask himwhat’s best for a driveway.He goes on for aContinue reading “Joseph Rios – Even at the Landscape Supply”