TITULADA
by Elena Minor
$15.00
Blurbs
elena minor remembers the city as its traffic breaks,making gaps for words to stretch [collude] pop. Flows out of its limits into a great expanse, where contrasts bulwarking thought threaten to slide away. Her poems warm, uncoil, slither across the page; only to cycle back cold as a desert night. Corrientes de sangre, sendero seco. What’s left? Some rattling west. And this body wanting to confide in you: “bone breathe down.”
Krystin Dykstra