Martin Hernandez

La Negra Nueva

Takes hose to tires old and true,

sprays the oily paint. Spattered

hands, the pride of days

five hundred cycle through.

He’s never missed a day of work

or kept his blue jeans blue.

He blacks, he blacks, he blacks

until what’s used shines slick as new.

Martin Hernandez


Sara Lartigue Jackson

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. —Edgar Allen Poe

It’s hers now.

With her pit bull sidekick,

arm out the truck,

she’ll take the dem site

pine and carry it home.

The wood has a story

she’ll tell with hammers,

write with sawdust.

The wood has a story.

It’s hers.

Sara Latrigue Jackson