once it blooms, maguey dies like your hand in my back pocket hand in my hand tongue in my ear green to tan to gray to black and blue bruise crescenting your eyebrow beloved why won’t you look at me today? why will you only touch me in darkness? I am not jasmine, I do…
by Marina Tinone Jook Songs, Yale’s Asian and Asian-American spoken word group, performed their last show of the academic year in Hopper Cabaret last weekend. The show’s theme, “Sunrise”, was chosen based on the personal difficulties from their previous semester. This idea of sunrise– of light after times of darkness– developed through each of the…
A mí mamita le decían la reina My great-grandmother would smile with all her teeth Let out a laugh that everyone still remembers Dicen que cocinaba como no te imaginás And she’d wear dresses with flowers and sunbeams on them Wearing them with a flare like only a dark-skinned woman could Yes A mí mamita…
Speakers off tonight Turn off your headlights tonight Don’t drive the road to slow Don’t look too close tonight My body is a vessel for stories When I was little Every night before bed my mother would read me Myths and legends hailing from West Africa The adventures of Anansi Stories of little girls and…
The red is the love of the poor, And the hatred of the rich. The crunches are the voices of the uneducated and the unashamed. The smacking of lips is the joy of being selfish enough to love oneself. The severe smell cuts through The false odors awakening the senses. The powder slowly forges a…