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i’ll see her stay with one cherry
seed in her mouth
i’ll taste how it feels when she leaves
how the sky swells y how she levitates
the sweet wickedness of a bedroom
that makes timeless
i’ll wonder at how her mouth
harmonizes on its own
Sarah María Medina, closing lines to “From a Poet to her Rumbero,” Black Warrior Review (vol. 44, no. 1, Fall/Winter 2017)
after Rihanna/ Future/ after Selfish in the circuit/ cities of men/ gazed over my curves/ now a lake glistens from your tongue/ it was right even/ though it fel
Luther Hughes put out a beautiful issue for queer poets of color, and I got to play a little.
Mira, we’re never basic, so take hard tres reglas: We never take photos at the party, but my love filmed my mouth. What does my guava mouth look like? They say we siren, we never (Say Mestiza) never wanted them but they dove in our beauty
Two poems on dream journal Prelude. WE DON’T TALK MUCH, as my anti-colonial version of the mermaid myth & DIASPORA OF ANCIENT NOW(S).
Dear Ochún
Dear Ochún,
My brother texts: some cut up wisdom & I feel how broken he sees me: a five year old girl a split diamond between my wide thighs. Since I broke quiet, since I spilled, I watch bootleg instead of poem. Ochún, how can I write in English? I begin, it cheapens my tongue. I dream of Standing Rock. All the silent guazábaras. I ready myself, but I have to pay rent. I slip so easily from bed to river, I let my hand over the side the floor floods black. River there between fingers. I hear your waves as dock rocks against hull. How kerosene glows yellow, smell of wick. How burnt smoke sticks to back throat. It was like this: all the bad magic that wept through that floating shack paled to your strength. You rocked me & constellated hard. Your sweet water ran through my blood & I spoke below. Now, they say the oil snake begs a sweet whine through your waters. Let me say this: my daughter is named water. Ochún, you gave me river as daughter & soy siempre la huracan. Instead of bohío, double gold fee. Instead of forest, food bank. I miss the sound of an aluminum roof. The way water pours over & lets me know I’m home. They say our language guata is dead. They say our people guata are dead. They taught me that I’m a ghost spirit walking. They left me on the river.
Siempre tuya, María
(Published on Apogee #NoDAPL #StillHere: Native and Anti-Colonial Craft Against Dispossession http://apogeejournal.org/nodapl/p8/)
Foto por Cisco Dietz. Mexico
Don’t you wanna roll with a __________?
After MINE
Women up on yur Instagram & us in a dream. Don’t you wanna roll with a good girl? Porter Ray fingers his baby mustache, says he’s going to pyramid in México, says he’s going to smoke pulque. He looks South & the wall opens. Buried MINES detonate. A queen stands at yur door, her pout neon. What survival looks like shifts & is more than the closing of wound. These are just the little things. Marriage a colonial grind, good girls called putas & jailed in San Juan. Mira, it comes down to this: I don’t want to be wife if love means own, if love means my queen grills me on la boxeadora, if she burns my stack of cream back from the club, pulls my braids around her wrist, & cuts into my own skin. I had the tattoo before love, lived in the park at the end of the Avenue. All that damp rolled back into my smoke & I breathed it back out, survival a mouthful of Milky Way. Porque soy bruja, porque soy loca pa ti, porque soy tuya. Survival is Jack licking a swisher & talking backward & then forward at three times the speed cuz his spit is honey. He speaks that fast & raps faster. Jack on the edge of my bed after I take the morning-after-pill from his cousin & suicide wets my mouth. Jack won’t leave until the poison leaves my body. When I go over yur studio, I don’t stop cuz survival is asking for more than five minutes, choosing conversation over fuck with, as in I don’t fuck with your syndicate. The queen outside is cold, she looks like me, but doll. Porque soy bruja, porque no uso mestiza, porque soy loca pa ti, porque no soy tuya. I kiss the queen’s knuckle, tell her she’s bruja. She becomes pyramid & smoke. I forget to tell you, we make a coven of three.
(published on Powder Keg Magazine http://www.powderkegmagazine.com/sarah-maria-medina/)
Today we have a review of Rachel McKibbens’s third book, blud, in all its MAGIC. Link below.
“Listen: anything holy is not reversible.
There isn’t a man alive who could undo me.”
“Within a searing narrative that turns survival into invocation, McKibbens conjures both chance and power. Chingona—she doesn’t hold magic back. She offers up incantations. She asks us to see ourselves as our own church—our own place to pray. When we read blud, we coven.” - Sarah Maria Medina
http://www.wintertangerine.com/blud
If you didn’t catch it, Chicago Review of Books has an interview up w/ our Poetry Editor, Sarah Maria Medina, & it’s a great exploration of what makes us tick:
https://chireviewofbooks.com/2017/02/27/editor-sarah-maria-medina/
WT Issue Two is LIVE!
We’re entering only the second month of this year & it’s been a season in hell, friends. We can all feel it, but we’re still here–together. This year is not going to get any easier, but we’re still here–together.
& we have so much to celebrate, too & so much to save. Here’s to having so much to save.
Shout out to the homies who made this one possible: Alfredo Aguilar, John Manuel Abreu-Arias, Jade Matias Bell, Francesca Ekwuyasi, William Evans, Roy Guzmán, Adam Hamze, Omotara James, Mary Lambert, Tsoku Maela, Nkosi Nkululeko, Kip Omolade, Mónica Teresa Ortiz, Joy Priest, Paige Quiñones, Meirav Sher, Malcolm H. Tariq, & Vickie Vertiz.
http://www.wintertangerine.com/wt2-toc/
"They say our language guata is dead. / They say our people guata are dead. They taught me that / I'm a ghost spirit walking. They left me on the river."
Our Poetry Editor Sarah Maria Medina has work out this week in WusGood & Apogee Journal this week–peep it:
http://wusgood.black/2016/12/sarah-maria/
http://apogeejournal.org/nodapl/p8/
Constellations Of Maria: Seattle Chapters by Sarah Maria Medina It begins in my flat, inside the old two story house on 12th Avenue. The sun rises as Levi sleeps. I trail my fingertips over her bri…
I have some new prose up on Volume 1 Brooklyn.
Noon sun burns down her skin. A man sweats against her, smells of fear and cowhide, pulls her skirt up with his calloused hand. His beard scrapes her cheek. His hands raise her skirt further, but she pushes his hands back down.
Sarah Maria Medina in “Rosario’s Jewel Box”
Sarah Maria Medina is one of our poetry editors!
Read the rest of the story here.
Read another one of Sarah Maria’s poems, “How to make love to your beloved when she grew from rape” here
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Martijn Hesseling in Winter Tangerine.
See the rest of the pieces here.
the Shade Journal is an online poetry journal focused on the empowerment of queer people of color (QPOC); publishing poems that inspires, devastates, and howls-
My poem “Mooring at the Mouth” is up on The Shade Journal.
Winter Tangerine is more than a literary magazine; this is more than an internship.
We are looking for ambitious, innovative, and dedicated individuals to work with us. You’ll be an active member of the WT community – depending on your track, you’ll be able to read and discuss submissions alongside our staff, develop and curate columns, create engaging social media campaigns, work with fantastic art to make gorgeous posters and designs, come up with features like Reshaping the Bell Jar and Hands Up Don’t Shoot – and maybe even run your own! No matter what track you choose, you will be immersed in a community that values creativity and new ways of thinking.
We’re expanding, and want to do more for both the artists we feature and the audience that reads their work. Winter Tangerine is constantly evolving – we are always moving beyond the traditional. We’re looking for passion, innovation, creativity, and ambition; we’re looking for people ready to create and curate electric work.
Applications are open indefinitely. Internships are four-month programs individually designed for each intern. You may start at any time in the year. The entire internship will be run entirely online.
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Come work with our poetry crew.
Reminder that the latest issue of WILDNESS is out.
Great work from @treacherousfelicity, @jackcheng, @kavehakbar, @liekeland, @matthewmahaney, @crushedmagnolias, @talintahajian, and more.
"When Sweet slid into snow" is in the new issue of Wildness.
