Poem of the Day: Cynthia Cruz

  SELF-PORTRAIT   I did not want my body Spackled in the world’s Black beads and broke Diamonds. What the world Wanted, I did not. Of the things It wanted. The body of Sunday Morning, the warm wine and The blood. The dripping fox Furs dragged through the...

Poem of the Day: Cynthia Cruz

  HOTEL BERLIN   In the rooms of a rundown palace You said, Ruined. You said, Princess. You said nothing to me For three long weeks. The color of that room Is eel-black. When I was a girl and still German, I stood alone At the end of the sea. You may have...