because we want to live & love & make flowery memoriesall broken by stray bullets. by guns aimed at uswe…
whenever I walk through the streets of my cityI’m reminded that we do not need water to drown that a…
makes its way underground/ into the interior skeleton of the house/ up through the vents/ flickersin the space between the…
What does it mean to heal? To reach full realization of one’s self? To honor ancestral legacies? Passed down from…
My mother dreams of a tooth falling out and someone dies.She tells me in the morning as my father sleeps,…
are you afraidof the little flower budthat mightor might notgrow inside me?or do you cravethe bloombecause it meansyou and I…
What could the air see if it had eyes?If it could just see some of what it’s wrapped around,if it…
The Hellebore Press is excited to announce the 2019-2020 Poetry Scholarship Award Honorees, selected by guest judge and author, José…
When we talk about Calexico my father always wants to go / back he had everything / the biggesthouse in…
Corridors draw youMuch as dreams do,To the heart ofAn inner darkness. Fast breath, small takesCerebral blood pounds slowThoughts thick and…