by R.R. Tavárez | Nov 29, 2022 | Poetry
We come to dance In six-inch stiletto heels Hips in motion Spinning as we ride the swell of a bass drum Quaking the foundation of a culture Built on the bones of children they call “those people” We come for the disco balls Glitter makeup and butterfly lashes Cheeks...
by R.R. Tavárez | Oct 15, 2022 | Poetry
Will you be there? At the river As it rolls softly Over my toes That timidly tickle The colored pebbles In the shallows Lapping among the reeds And calling my name Will you be there? When the cold Nibbles at my skin Sending goosebumps Everywhere And the water Begins...
by R.R. Tavárez | Aug 28, 2022 | Poetry
Hace calor Abuelita says We find her in the kitchen of the apartment Wearing nothing but a bra and a half slip. ¡Mami! Tia gasps I laugh, and laugh, and laugh Six-years-old and sixty Adjusting to this new place. The white people keep telling us It’s not the heat It’s...
by R.R. Tavárez | Aug 14, 2022 | Poetry
Someday this summer I will cross through a mist Gravity will release my burdens And I will float, just for a second Just enough to make it through the rainbow The spectrum of color for the chosen ones The vision of the unlikely It’s the country of the lost On...
by R.R. Tavárez | Aug 13, 2022 | Poetry
1. But he did die that morning At 32 years old. One year younger than our Lord, Jesus Christ. 2. The modern apostles laid oily hands on his head To pass on the power of the Holy Ghost Leaving only phantoms to wander in his hair A fog of questions that journeyed to his...
