Catapult

Catapult | Poetry
A TEMPLATE FOR YOUR FIRST EVER NATIVE AMERICAN “LAND ACKNOWLEDGEMENT”

Do I directly benefit from the enslavement and genocide of the original people of this land? Absolutely.

Feb 24, 2021
Catapult | Poetry
Self-Portrait with Cumin, Saffron, and Star Anise

To Cumin, Saffron, and Star Anise, sisters / of the roasted goat and rice ritual, daughters / of smoke and gossip, glowing and bloodwarm

Feb 17, 2021
Catapult | Poetry
The Only Invitation

I was begging / for some grandeur even if it meant / a little blood or whole limb

Feb 8, 2021
Catapult | Poetry
WHAT IS A COUNTRY TO A UNIVERSE?

a rooster crows from a neighbor’s backyard / pinche gallo, Abuelo spits, looks quick / to see if i wake from the noise / of Spring

Feb 2, 2021
Catapult | Poetry
Mirror Stage

We remember how hard it has always been to see our body.

Catapult | Poetry
Blood Moon

She is determined to follow the smoke—a hymn / for what’s gone missing.

Jan 12, 2021
Catapult | Poetry
I Must Become a Menace to My Enemies

if you believe me to be your enemy know this I accept

Jan 5, 2021
Catapult | Poetry
First Nude

How to put this: I’m alive.

Dec 14, 2020
Catapult | Poetry
Choose Your Quarantine House (I – IV)

under the dark sitting pretty / on the patch of hardwood floor / where confession / and callousness meet

Dec 2, 2020
Catapult | Poetry
Reimagining Light

The water flows through hollow bones and returns / as a song. It sounds familiar in the beginning / Then always changes.

Nov 2, 2020