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PLEASE check out previous contributor Marisol Baca‘s book, Tremor, here:

https://www.marisolbaca.com/books-publications/

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Marisol Baca, from volume second of {isacoustic*}:

The Ditch

Uncle Albert left their chihuahua
in the Corrales ditch,
when he came upon her dead.
A little thing like that, and mostly blind,
she had wandered and followed the smell of water;
the tiny dog heard the water even if
the ditch had been dry for years.
But Albert, who had two girls at home waiting,
turned and walked away.

I remember that chihuahua sitting on my cousin’s lap.
Turning her head to the side,
sniffing the thick smell of alfalfa.
Uncle Albert smoked a joint in the backyard,
and I saw hundreds of white sparks fall.

Later, a ditch filled with dead wood and leaves,
the dog lying on her side. My cousin sentinelled
over her like an overgrown thistle.

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Canto I

Lend me your ear…

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PLACEMENT

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SAYING

reflection on Natalie Eilbert’s Indictus:
https://isacoustic.com/2018/03/04/indictus-poems-natalie-eilbert/

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SAID

i.

Crystal Stone

Look closer: even by freezing waters,
lice make a hat on the young seal’s head. – {from} How to Prevent Ice Crystal Formation in Your Heart

https://isacoustic.com/2018/03/16/person-crystal-stone-seven-poems/

ii.

Rishitha Shetty

My mother’s prayer is the act
of gathering leaves-
the shape of each syllable measured out like love,
like the first bite of fish after monsoon. – {from} Prayersong

https://isacoustic.com/2018/03/15/person-rishitha-shetty-three-poems/

iii.

Sara Moore Wagner

A WAKING IMAGE, AS GRETEL

The rain spills in on us as we sleep
in the backyard, tented. My brother wakes
with a face cotton-soft, button-eyed, cuts
into me as our grandmother
does the most bruised tomatoes.
Says run, but we wait:
sloshing, mermaiding, our hair
and the flowers, the candy
wrappers flood into the yard,
vine…