Rio Cortez
I’m home, you could see me through
the kitchen window washing my daughter’s dishes
my hands are busy but I’m looking at the elk
on the face of the mountain

I know nothing about elk, but here
we are, at any given moment
there must be countless allegories
but I’m only interested in one

am I home or am I only visiting? I am through
with asking, I’m at the center of a cul-de-sac
wind sweeps through the aspen like a hiss
we are in our own snow cup

melted to the summer people we really are
I am answering for myself
Hissssssssssss of the aspen, at the beginning
of which could, I suppose, be anything

cul-de-sac, just as well, a saucer, rising up,
up to the summit, it’s possible I’ve never been
higher, I feel it, I’m really leaving now
moving through the told story
from the journal THE ADROIT JOURNAL
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“Eden” is the final poem in my debut poetry collection, "Golden Ax." It arrives after a great effort in approaching different types of knowledge to better understand an origin story for my Black American family in The West. “Eden” is a kind of acceptance in absence. It’s also an movement forward, beyond the grip of the past and into the power of imagination.

Rio Cortez on "Eden"
Black-and-white headshot of Don Mee Choi
"In Conversation with Don Mee Choi"

"So, what it meant for me to start using my father’s photographs and artifacts in my poetry was that I was finally critically and emotionally examining my life—the shape of our ‘moving’ life, shaped by the wars he has photographed and filmed. This work of his fed and clothed us, and enabled us to escape the dictatorship. For me, my father’s photographs are studded with pain—personal and collective."

via CORDITE
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What Sparks Poetry: Joshua Edwards on Gérard de Nerval's "Waking Up in a Stagecoach"

"I began with the title: “Le Réveil en voiture.” It seemed so simple. “Réveil” is “awaken” and “voiture” is something that carries someone, a vehicle. But which vehicle to put the reader in? What should carry them through the landscape of the poem? The obvious choices at first were “carriage” and “coach,” but those seemed too distant, too private, too monochrome. “Stagecoach” felt better! It was technicolor."
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