del poema épico La algarabía/The algarabía

En el centro del ring gira un círculo más pequeño,
las llantas de un carro que corre solo.
Metemos el mundo en las peleas más sencillas,
invocadas sin matices.

Es increíble que estaríamos de acuerdo
con apostar nuestras vidas
y las vidas que trajimos
a presenciar y girar
en revoluciones más tensas.

Todo depende de estos dos hombres
que nunca conocemos o abrazamos,
como nos abrazamos al silencio
de la iglesia o el examen. Ellos. Todo.

Contienen una promesa que
detiene hoteles, revierte leyes,
desenreda políticas, e incluso, un día,
nos deja ganar.

Pero …

How You Livin?


like the air ain’t filled with
coarse windchimes
sirens loud as a jet in flight

the quick jabs
of a couple arguing about cheese
and face masks
and children at borders

What the Fingers Do


My daughter learned to point
in a cemetery.
There were many deaths that year.

The priests’ black shirts grew discolored from sweat.
Florists did well.
Pillowy, white fabric lined the open …

greenery overlapping in the poet’s back garden in Jakarta

for a jakarta microbiome



because do calls this house an ecosystem

where straddling folioles tangle mighty-fisted

along a wire canopy he strung

above the brick-and-pot garden, and city fox

coming like a client for bananas they feed it …

and Sundays.

Sundays are for the depressed
dancing in alleys
of fiction
of fructose

Sundays are for feeling small
submerged in our dreams

misty eyes
mild madness

green drapes
country music

Sundays are …

Chelsea Rathburn Wins the 2022 Zócalo Poetry Prize

The Georgia Poet Laureate’s ‘8 a.m., Ocean Drive’ Captures an Early Morning in Miami, Where She Is Neither Tourist Nor Citizen

Chelsea Rathburn is the 11th annual winner of the Zócalo Public Square Poetry Prize for “8 a.m., Ocean Drive,” which brings us to the streets of Miami’s South Beach in …