Never odd or even, we bear the saint’s confession given over daily as scars mating, we grow in freedom from sin when the music stops, a number he chooses from the cakewalk of us broken…
Posts tagged Poetry
My Mother in Menopause
Her skin seeps like soup.It’s not a perfect Revlon match,Oils jumping toward the waiterFor a glass of water and the entréeHasn’t even arrived to save her.Do you remember your mum’sFirst sweat at fifty, like a…
Call for Submissions 2023
Portland Review is now open for submissions in Poetry, Fiction, and Nonfiction. The window for submission will be open from September, 27th to October 20, 2023. We will close the submission for the genre if…
“Reproductive Doctor” and “The Sperm of God”
Reproductive Doctor Enclosed in each prescribing mouth is an eternal fire of authority. Patients must wear protective clothing and well-insulated masks against the sparks. It is difficult to fit inside the suit because the body…
A Daughter of Diaspora Comes Home
You fly 4 hours to your mother’s province whereat lunch, your family listens to the chismis of the barrio while you speak to the itlog and the bagoong and last night’s rice,to the bangus on your plate that your mom debones…