Category Archives: Marisol Baca

Marisol Baca Ode to a Rusty Square Nail   The people living here before left many things objects that have become junk large collections of rusted sinks, skeletons of farm equipment, car engine parts until they became hills hidden in a thin layer of dirt and Bermuda grass so many hills that the land wasContinue reading “Marisol Baca – Ode to a Rusty Square Nail”

Marisol Baca Self Portrait of the Artist Holding a Thistle, Albrecht Dürer   I wash my hand over the blossoms with their vigilant, abusive growing the softest part, like filaments of milkweed, engraved into my skin don’t let go It’s a strange masochism picking a flower that causes pain searching the eyes for a lookContinue reading “Marisol Baca – Self Portrait of the Artist Holding a Thistle, Albrecht Dürer”

Marisol Baca in eights // octaves   At the author’s request, this poem has been temporarily removed. It will return to the site in the future.   Marisol Baca’s artist statement: Over the past 15 days, I have been writing a poem a day. This concentrated workload allowed me to sit face-to-face with poems thatContinue reading “Marisol Baca – in eights // octaves”

Marisol Baca we have the attic and we have the moon   we are seated at the the table we draw a line around the river but we left the river out we cloud the common tongue we articulate the dark matter into itself a purple cotton candy a set of bangs on brown skinContinue reading “Marisol Baca – we have the attic and we have the moon”

Marisol Baca Personaje {After the painting by Remedios Varo}   Remedios, when I look at your torn garment of canvas when I read your painted ribbon stretched across the cosmos am I making a real friend? Or am I making a fool of myself? I see you are like me So often I am aloneContinue reading “Marisol Baca – Personaje”