literary
Quarantine Poem
Watching I watch the site Incessantly. Cases: 64,675. Deaths: 910. Bookmarked on my laptop. My editor called: First our hours were cut Then final time cards due Third for unemployment instructions. It’s late afternoon. Refresh. Cases: 65,564 Deaths: 929. I try to do Something. To not waste a moment Of this weird freedom To be […]
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On the Eve of the Fifteenth
This poem of mine came out in HipMama Zine today! Such a cool way to start a new year with a poem published on the first day. Many thanks to Ariel Gore for that. http://hipmamazine.com/margaret-elysia-garcia-on-the-eve-of-fifteenth/
MoreNicked Named (a poem)
Two days in And they give her A nickname Two syllables instead Of three— Her given name too full Of beauty, of vowel, of nuance. High school begins. Fresh start. The time we throw on new identities The time we suppress the old. I’m not allowed hugs What makes me think I can have names? […]
MoreDaughter Lands Borders
I’m from the land of no apologies of no forgiveness of something you did when you were seven being held against you from set bed times and daily chores: that one load of laundry, empty the trash, sweep the floor nothing in the sink; nothing on the floor perfection A family of Latinas who call […]
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Rabble Lit & Happy May Day
When I first heard of the concept of this journal I was all in immediately. It’s something my work has always had to struggle with. Where do you fit as a literary writer when you’re kind of punk ass at the same time? Can you be academic when you’re throwing out references to children’s literature? […]
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Throwing Chanclas 