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Three Poems, by Edwin Torres

I’m Almost Done with the Enveloping Vamoose to order a coffee — as the world waits for your name to…

Hungry Ghost “Time flies over us but leaves its shadow behind.” —Nathaniel Hawthorne It has been so long.…

As Jack trudges up the stairs to Ukukus that Thursday night, Umberto, Cardo, Chaska, and Graciela stop him on…

A lot of people say I have great posture. I’m not sure this is altogether true, that I have…

You check the forecast Look for a southern fried mood Cool hawks want to dap Heaven sends a…

Note: These poems are part of Big Other’s Puerto Rican Writers Folio: A Hauntology

Made in América I thought they would be of madera, the kinds with splinters. That this item from its…

Past I swallow the past, steadying myself against the back of a young birch tree. The past is pulped,…

Translated by David Auerbach This hand I’ve been dealt is awfully heavy. In the first place, it’s nearly impossible…

When That Final Trumpet When that final trumpet sounds (and when was the first one?), when it’s time to…