fall 2018 / Poetry 2018 / volume 49

Experience—Celine Robles

Any time you step out on the road, you see Brown faces mixing into the brown land. Caballeros sit on their porches and stray Dogs walk around scavenging for food, and no, not Everyone cares about those dogs. For eleven years, I’d go to church to walk around the Gaudy festival right after the priest … Continue reading