Andrew Shieldsa five dollar tatter
Manuel Sánchez. Our Demand
Lis Sanchez
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/1625076/manuel-sanchez-our-demand
preventing the sleepless from wandering
Manuel Sánchez. My Pregnant Wife Sleeps in a Boardinghouse Hallway
Lis Sanchez
Manuel Sánchez. My Pregnant Wife Sleeps in a Boardinghouse Hallway
Do I hear you, flitting dream, shaking your feathers? I am sitting perfectly still, preventing the sleepless from wandering over your fluttering feet. Do I hear you, green dream, rustling your feathers? Or is it the wings of geese lifting from a field of cut cane, freighted with…
Before there was a bronze Cristóbal Colón there was Cristóbal Colón
Manuel Sánchez. Lavish
Lis Sanchez
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https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/1625072/manuel-sanchez-lavish
Manuel Sánchez. Lavish
Before there were cavalry horses sheening the street with golden turds, there were strains of a treble wafting out of the whitewashed café, perturbing the flamboyán’s red petals. Before there was a bronze Cristóbal Colón there was Cristóbal Colón manicuring his nails.