Michelle Peñaloza
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Former Possessions of the Spanish Empire
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2019
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landscape/heartbreak
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2015
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2 editions
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All the Words I Can Remember Are Poems
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Last Night I Dreamt of Volcanoes
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2015
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3 editions
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Election Day
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Oversound
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“The pelicans paddle
in coils of waves and light. Low tide
reveals fissures of saltwater and rock.
From the smallest crevices
color insists-colonies of jade
anemones, a purple starfish harvest, barnacles
hiding beaks of unbleached linen, black mussel
bouquets. Between the air and sea,
-this, one large prayer.
I kneel.”
― Former Possessions of the Spanish Empire
in coils of waves and light. Low tide
reveals fissures of saltwater and rock.
From the smallest crevices
color insists-colonies of jade
anemones, a purple starfish harvest, barnacles
hiding beaks of unbleached linen, black mussel
bouquets. Between the air and sea,
-this, one large prayer.
I kneel.”
― Former Possessions of the Spanish Empire
“This morning I woke dreaming of a man
I'd not undressed in fifteen years.
We may as well have written letters with goose quills.
Th mind's meddling, curious - why him, why now?
Still, it's fun to throw spaghetti against the wall.
See what falls, what sticks. Isn't this a game
we're always losing? The root of diminution.”
― Former Possessions of the Spanish Empire
I'd not undressed in fifteen years.
We may as well have written letters with goose quills.
Th mind's meddling, curious - why him, why now?
Still, it's fun to throw spaghetti against the wall.
See what falls, what sticks. Isn't this a game
we're always losing? The root of diminution.”
― Former Possessions of the Spanish Empire
“Our dead are lost, aren't they?
There is always some mistake:
lost down a well, lost in the woods.
Lost for words, lost to the world,
we'll never make up for lost time.
The sheep, the baby, the prodigal son,
wandering beyond our imaginings,
along the border of our grief and need.”
― Former Possessions of the Spanish Empire
There is always some mistake:
lost down a well, lost in the woods.
Lost for words, lost to the world,
we'll never make up for lost time.
The sheep, the baby, the prodigal son,
wandering beyond our imaginings,
along the border of our grief and need.”
― Former Possessions of the Spanish Empire
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