When I Was God - in Molecule issue 12

 

I have a tiny poem in issue 12 of  Molecule - a tiny lit mag.

on page 36 of the online PDF here: https://moleculetinylitmag.art.blog/

De Quincey’s Botany in The Georgia Review

 The Georgia Review Fall issue has published Mónica Ojeda’s Botánica de Quincey, from Historia de la leche, in my translation along with the original. The Delusional Epitaphs poem is online in English and Spanish.

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Bloomsday Again

 21st Bloomsday

                for Pep

Today your death is

twenty-one years old.

An adult.

Today your death could

walk into a bar in Boston

and order a Sam Adams.

Today your death could

play blackjack at Encore

(which is only five, btw).

Today your death could

rent a car, adopt a child,

be a driver's ed instructor.

Today your death is

a college junior majoring

in grief management.

Today your death is

so big it would need

numeraled candles on its cake.

Today your death will

have just fifteen more

years to live.

Poems from Mónica Ojeda's History of Milk in LALT

 Latin American Literature Today issue 27

has published a bilingual spread from Historia de la leche by Mónica Ojeda,

translated by me. There are four poems from across the collection.

Here is the link to the English : LALT

Poetry Northwest Poem of the Week

A poem I translated from Mónica Ojeda's collection Historia de la leche

 is Poem of the Week at Poetry Northwest.

Read on Poetry Northwest

20 Years of Missing You

Dear Pep, 

Your daughter sent me this video this morning, 

while I was thinking what to write for you. She 

was thinking of you, missing you, sending me 

a virtual hug. Your brother took this, added 

the songs. A walk up to Can Nan with your 

nephew and your daughter. Like so many

walks. You found the biggest rovelló ever. 

Twenty Bloomsdays without you. 

Twenty years of missing you. 

Twenty years of you missing her. 

Look at that little girl. You would be 

so proud. 

Love, Kymm 

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What I Learned... for Paco, in memoriam

On the last day of 2023's January Writing Hours (thank you Kim Moore and Clare Shaw) I wrote this in response to the first prompt, based on Brad Aaron Modlin's poem "What You Missed That Day You Were Absent from Fourth Grade" - having learned the day before that my friend and half of my favorite publishers had died. Paco, you would not be surprised to find that, as always, it's all about me.