by R.R. Tavárez | Apr 13, 2022 | Poetry
On this day in Black history I put my armor on Wondering how fast I’ll need to run How will I be considered if I wear anything but a suit? A clergy collar? A tie. How will I look? The camera catching me Running toward Breonna Taylor Way Catching flames Or running...
by R.R. Tavárez | Oct 21, 2021 | Poetry
Abuela sweeps her hair back Ties it up Soy fea. I am ugly. She says. Such a common refrain. I watch her hands Weathered, but unwrinkled Her fingers chorus A more ancient verse Of waters pulled By an invisible moon Onto a sand formally known as Unknown Formally known...
