Tag Archives: Martina Newberry

Self Portraits

In last night’s dreams, faces around me changed. Someone called out facial features: “nose,” “lip,” “chin,” he yelled these things. I cringed, continued to look for clothes to put on; I was naked and very frightened. The yelling man’s hands … Continue reading

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Walker

for Albino Carrillo             Carminante, son tus huellas el camino, y nada más…1                         “Proverbs and Songs 29” by Antonio Machado The old seasons loom in the background— towering buildings—throwing shadows over the road. How could this be? How could winter get … Continue reading

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