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Lucas Gonzalez

Lucas Gonzalez is poet from New York City.

Recent Work

The Birdman of Beaubourg

Lucas Gonzalez

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Hunched upon humped back, / buried grin in grizzle beard, / in a crumpled streaky olive coat, / the Beaubourg bird man, like a dove, / stands alone…

First Poem for Sai

Lucas Gonzalez

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// You came to the world first through letters. / First there were three, and the next four spelled out B-O-R-N. / / You came out into the…

Ghost Dance

Lucas Gonzalez

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// i. / / Ice [a trailer full of it] Taos, NM / / Today, I learned that it rains for days in the desert. Yes. It rains and rains / but…

Milk

Lucas Gonzalez

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/ / Jaíme is sitting at the blank worksheet, struggling with the soft graphite of a blunt, yellow pencil. The sky is dark, and the snow…

Time [As Pain]

Lucas Gonzalez

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/ / Traveling across a new land, and far from where you started, / something in the road blossoms with light over twelve hours / and folds…

The American Terrorist

Lucas Gonzalez

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/ The American Terrorist did not retire in 1865 / or any year, for that matter, a monster, inexplicable––––– / …

A Poem Happens

Lucas Gonzalez

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/ A poem happens every day, and so do things / like death and madness. / / In so many ways, a twist or turn is unexpected. / Like a birth,…

‘A’ Train

Lucas Gonzalez

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And aren't we all just the privileged children of one thousand years of sins against / religion, of humanity's struggle against Hitler,…

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Hysteria

Dena Rash Guzman

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The husband of the woman stricken protected her with a shield against a real world that isn’t real. A wiltied woman. People wilting everywhere,…

Well Water

Noah Siela

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538 views

Whirr, whirr the Heartland’s / being mowed up by wind turbines. / / Then, a kid chasing, I opened my shin to the bone / on the ball hitch of…

rolling over the server

Dena Rash Guzman

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Hearing what they said / hearing I slept / jesus son holy Mary / how could he I pray / parents are side by safety. I can’t enough! / I can’t…

brine and mist and fine foam

W.M. Butler

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when i think of us i think of friction the minutia of / movement etching our corners smooth until there is no blood just the polished response of…

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