I don’t remember muchabout crossing the . Everything I say is a lie.The night like lavender. trust me. The shadowof a raindrop shoes in the sand. The moonsplits . I can tell youwhere they’re buried . Every cloud someone I love. I’m sorry .Mamá, the border sur-rounds us. I can’t promise anything . brother the sound of a coinrattling father a sheet of memory the echo . outlines what’s gone. . The night is nota flower.I write that it blooms. And so it does.
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After Robert Creeley
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José Felipe Ozuna is a poet born in Guerrero, Mexico and living in Minneapolis, MN. He was a 2022 Undocupoets Fellow and a 2023–24 Mentor Series Fellow. His poems are published in Best New Poets, Michigan Quarterly Review, The Rumpus, Afternoon Visitor, and the anthology Here to Stay. He has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and has received support from Virginia Center for the Creative Arts, Fine Arts Work Center, and Metro Regional Arts Council. He is working on his poetry collection.
Afternoon Visitor was founded in the spring of 2020 in Iowa City. We are an online quarterly publication of poetry, hybrid text, visual poetry, and visual art. We want work that investigates and divines, that searches out and wants. We’re looking for accidental visitors, harbingers, and spectres.
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