Unknown

Clamor –

Mercury, Retrograde

The Hour of the Star is Here

 

The East Bay Review –

Revel

 

The Potomac  –

The Open Dishwasher

Sick Talk

 

Jai-Alai Magazine 

Sunday 3

Sunday 4

 

Empty Mirror Books-

The Stories of Bedtime

Normal Things

The Cows

 

Red Savina Review  –

Bibiliografía

Morning Feed

The Suffering Game

 

Pea River Review  – 

Yellow Tomatoes

Differences

 

Silver Birch Press – 

Oh, Zelda

Said and Done

 

Smoking Glue Gun Magazine- 

Paco

 

Zócalo Poets – 

La librería que recomendaste

Sí mi patrón

Te lo vi

Ahora se espera

 

East Coast Ink Magazine – 

Juan

Oh, Zelda

 

Big River Poetry Review –

Espíritu Santo

 

A Literation Magazine – 

Timing

How Others Do It

 

Elephant Journal –

Bikram Love Triangle

 

The Furious Gazelle – 

Late Night Poem

Shell

Welcome

 

CutBank Literary Journal – 

The Woodshop “Where I Work”

 

Really Systems – 

Another Airport Poem

 

Aviary Review – 

A Notion of Marriage

 

Actuary Lit –

Book Review: Herta Muller’s “The Appointment”

 

Dagda Publishing – 

A Girlfriend for Prufrock

The Napkin Trick

Our Brief Record

 

Ghost House Review – 

Morning Feed

Soft Landings and Quick Bites

 

Toasted Cheese Literary Journal – 

The Napkin Trick

 

Eunoia Review – 

Dialogue

A Girlfriend for Prufrock

The Clothesmaker

 

The Fat City Review –

Overdue Love Letter

 

We Drink Because We’re Poets – 

New Computer

 

VerseWrights – 

A Notion of Marriage

Chew You

Breakfast Meeting

Life Things

Sorry Afterthought

The Feeling of Being Hungover

Welcome

Yellow Tomatoes

Said and Done

 

Pilgrims Poems –

Corcovado

Tragedy at Sushi Siam

 

Kumquat Poetry –

The Clothesmaker

Cuarto de Hotel Moderno

My Nudity in All its Forms

Bathroom Talk

Babies on Planes

 

Boston Poetry Magazine –

Dialogue

A Girlfriend for Prufrock

The Clothesmaker

 

The Paperbook Collective – 

Former Head of Security

Baby

ides-front-cover

In late 2014, LA-based Silver Birch Press published “Ides,” an anthology of fifteen poetry chapbooks.  Ana Maria Caballero’s chapbook “Reverse Commute” was included among the fifteen.  This anthology is still available for purchase via Amazon.

Here are a few poems from the book:

poetry writing

face

The Suffering Game

 

Mother wins the suffering game

She cares for the sick

 

Big Brother is the runner up

He pays for the sick and for Mother to live better than sick

Only his Mondays count

 

Little Brother plays a private suffering game

And is left alone to tend his odds

 

I lose the suffering game

My baby is a balloon smile and his father

Loves us every day with capable hands

 

As the loser of the game

I am given a brick to hang from my face

 

In this small way I help bring life

Something closer to fair

 

Originally published by Red Savina Review

 


 

dad

The Sun Coast

 

Father does not know he is in Cancelada.

 

Mother said dinner is fun and the boats are big in Puerto Banús.

 

We are taking Father to a hospital in Estepona.

 

Reservations for lunch await in a white restaurant in Mijas.

 

He fell last night in Ronda.

 

We must be patient; the doctor lives in Málaga.

 

A 24-hour pharmacy is open in San Pedro.

 

The greetings we’d send are ash in Marbella.

 

Gibraltar is closed anyway.

 


 

lolo

 

A Notion of Marriage

 

Because I am a poet,

I read about things like the center of skin.

About warm bodies coming together in the dark,

and how it can be the meaning of life

when someone gets it right.

 

And I know I should write about things

like a moving chest and a naked back.

About the coming together of life in the dark,

about our common desire

and the verbs that it took.

 

And it should be universal,

but personal.

My moving chest, your naked back.

The notion of marriage,

of children, of daily love.

Shrinking rooms

beneath the surface

of different meaning words.

 

But I don’t see the dark jaw

in the night,

or the soft center of touch spring alive.

There is effort and a plan.

There is marriage,

a shrinking room,

daily love,

and a baby that eats time.

 

We do not say flesh when we mean sex.

We say, “It’s about right.”

And, “It would be nice.”

We confirm how long it’s been

before we ask one another to get up

and make the bedroom

dark.

 

Originally published by “Aviary Review”

 


 

Cover hand-drawn by Miami-based artist Adrian Avila