Poem of the Week: “Hija,” by Ruth Irupé Sanabria

Hija ~ Ruth Irupé Sanabria   I am the daughter of doves That disappeared into dust   Hear my pulse whisper:   progre-so      justi-cia      progre-so      justi-cia   I have many friends and thirty thousand Warrior angels to watch Over my exiled skin.   Look what occupies the four chambers of my heart: re/vo/lu/ción

Poem of the Week: “Keeping Quiet” by Pablo Neruda

Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still. For once on the face of the earth, let’s not speak in any language; let’s stop for one second, and not move our arms so much. It would be an exotic moment without rush, without engines; we would all be together in a