Tag: by Cynthia Cruz
Two PoemsBy Cynthia Cruz
Beautiful, finally, inside the quiet / Latrine of my Mexican / Confessional: // Rode a pony, drove / A tractor, and never / Finished the first grade.
CinderellaBy Cynthia Cruz, Guest-Edited by Tracy K. Smith
Briefcase brother, what silver / Steamboat, brother, have you / Got for me this time.