Category Archives: Monique Quintana

Monique Quintana My Plume Drunk / or Love is Fiction             For Carleigh Takemoto I find Macaw beneath the lattice of bone, dozing the third and fourth bikes we rode last dawn. I only find crave in the turn when luck buckles my shoe strap to keep me from drowning. I don’t think of luck anymore,Continue reading “Monique Quintana – My Plume Drunk / or Love is Fiction”

Monique Quintana Being Aries in Sylvia Savala’s Swimming Pool             For Sylvia Savala I never believed in the plot. The rising action, the climax, or the fall. The little chalkboard mountain that an animal could climb over. I was a ram, stubborn. My blue dress converged to pain belts at my thighs. I began to wonderContinue reading “Monique Quintana – Being Aries in Sylvia Savala’s Swimming Pool”

Monique Quintana Eating Sweets and the Domestic             For Nancy Hernandez All night we pour milk into clay cups. As I write this, I lay in a haunted house. I will never believe it again. Rice and milk climb in our throats. This is a ladder to who knows where? This is the only time weContinue reading “Monique Quintana – Eating Sweets and the Domestic”

Monique Quintana Stereo Baptism               For Arielle K. Jones There is a gazelle that waits at our door, mawing until we forgive our mothers. With her, we open our fields emptied of color and paint them green. The rains come in and wash the color off. There’s no feed in the clouds to give us substance,Continue reading “Monique Quintana – Stereo Baptism”

Monique Quintana               For Marisol Baca If chickadees were born to the tune of oxblood, how brighter would their bodies be? If Sor Juana wrote to the Marquess in oxblood, what would her commandments be? Fold this paper in quarters to make a bed to sleep in or not sleep in. I say that a bedContinue reading “Monique Quintana – If chickadees were born to the tune of oxblood”