Ceviche
A piece of meat tells the story/
of inlets and archipelagos,/
where a couple of fins/
have propelled shiny scaled skin/
from the secrets of the depths/
into your mouth.
Sometimes I write. All other times, I create.
A piece of meat tells the story/
of inlets and archipelagos,/
where a couple of fins/
have propelled shiny scaled skin/
from the secrets of the depths/
into your mouth.
We poets are shameless people. We try to give whoever reads our poems something that they simply cannot shake. – James Dickey
By Shakira Andrea Sison I was at the end of a three-person turnstile line when I heard the sharp sucking of teeth and multiple grunts
You disappeared one day./
You took your brilliant words/
and perfectly timed guitar taps/
and the ends of my sentences away./
By Shakira Sison I’ve seen them often enough on sidewalks, subway platforms and parkbenches, or even hanging from trees. I’ve always wondered what theirstories were
By Shakira Andrea Sison I learned early on that I could never be American. I knew I could never tell the story of having