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Five Days After My Grandmother’s Passing

Five Days After My Grandmother’s Passing Lucia , my daughter calls the fine china doll, held against her chest. My abuela’s name is a roar from her ashes filming the top of the Rio Nigua in Puerto Rico. The call wakes me suddenly, like the crack of...
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Apartment 3C

Apartment 3C My aunt in the Bronx grows an island in Apartment 3C, learned it from her mother. Titi Judy sits in her rocker within a labyrinth of leafy palm, amapolas pushing their way through a wall of cigar smoke. Vine extends itself, tangles in...
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City Serenade for Love’s First Kiss

City Serenade for Love’s First Kiss After his bubble lip bottom eats my top lip, I smile— a French smile, the Eiffel Tower looming behind his Caesar cut. I blink and the film tears. I’m still on the rotting back porch in corduroy overalls flicking...
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On Being Nuyorican

"One of the things my parents taught me, and I'll always be grateful for the gift, is to not ever let anybody else define me." Wilma Mankiller—Principal Chief of the Cherokee Nation, 1985-1995.

What is...

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¡Ay Virgen, yo no sé quién soy!

a Tato Laviera.

Me acaba de llamar la poeta ecologista Nancy Mercado en esta mañana de Oya, o la Virgen de la Candelaria, para preguntarme si nací en Nueva York. Le digo que no. Entonces quiere saber a...

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In My Perfect Puerto Rico

In My Perfect Puerto Rico

My gray mother would be

Combing her mother’s white hair

On their turquoise painted porch...

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The Rose That Waits

The Rose That Waits

Like my past

It lies inside a trunk

Inside an empty box

Of chocolates tasted decades...

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My Mother’s Suitcase

My Mother’s Suitcase

A chalky black suitcase

Holds deeds for burial plots

Prepaid instructions

On the use...

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Origin of a Drug Addict

Origin of a Drug Addict

Mr. Bloom’s candy store:

oak shelves

glass barrel jars

creaking floor slats...

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Centro Voices (ISSN: 2379-3864).
The views expressed here are those of the author and not necessarily those of Centro Voices, the Center for Puerto Rican Studies or Hunter College, CUNY.
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