Poetry

Los Dichos and A Day at the Beach

by Fernando Izaguirre

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Los Dichos

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My grandmother used
To say:
Lavate los calzones,”
But I keep
Taking shits
On mountain tops
Waiting
For the snow
To flush it down the valley.

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My grandmother used
To say:
Viene el cucuy,”
So I roll under the cold
Sheets thinking I’m invisible
Like the air,
But I’m not.

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My grandmother used
To say: “mijo ven aquí,”
And I come close,
Realizing la chancla
Was scarier than the
Boogey man.

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A Day On The Beach

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─For my future children

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I dipped my feet into
The hot sand, grasping
A portion of small
Sediments that butter
Spread around the rim
Of my toes.

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I felt the weightless air
Circulate through my pores
Like smoke in a wet mouth;
The air turned away
And pushed the waves
Towards the shore,
Catching the laughter
Of children building
Sand castles.

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Their complexion resembled
Mine: muddy and wet as dirt.
His name was Santiago
And her name was Marisol.

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Their happiness dazzled me
Like a shooting star running
Across the night sky.

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“I love my children,” I said.
And I could feel my wife’s
Face nudge against my shoulder,
where the sun burns forever.

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Fernando Rafael Izaguirre, Jr., was born in 1993. Fernando holds two associate degrees in the areas of English and Mexican-American studies. He is currently a poetry editor for Red Fez Publications. His poetry have appeared in various online and print magazines such as the Rio Grande Review, The Merida Review, Red Fez, and Weber State Metaphor. Eloquence is his first collection of poetry, has been released in September of 2014 by Editorial Trance. He is currently working on his second poetry collection.

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painting by Samuel Barrera

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Poetry

She Didn’t Love Me as Me, Instead She Loved the Writer

by Fernando Izaguirre

She Didn’t Love Me As Me,
Instead She Loved The Writer

She didn’t love me as me,
Instead she loved the writer

Who wrote her poems
About love—sickening the young
And curing the old.

She didn’t love me as me,
Instead she loved the writer

Who wrote her poems
About— the waves kissing
The shore,

And buttering her feet
With salt.

She didn’t love me as me,
Instead she loved the writer

Who wrote her poems
About— swimming naked
in the fresh blue waters

Of Cancún,

And letting the sun
Ripple through her

watered skin.

She didn’t love me as me,
Instead she loved the writer

Who wrote her poems
About— dancing to
Buoyant music in a

Strapless dress

And letting a man
Touch her milky thighs.

She didn’t love me as me
Instead she loved the writer

Who wrote her poems
About— exploring the
Depths of his heart

With her acrobatic fingers
And resting them on his chest.

Which made it clear that
She didn’t love me as me
Instead she loved the writer.

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I Fell in Love with a Russian Girl

The Russian girl across the classroom
Reminds of the clouds that skate
Across the sky.

I lost myself in her eyes that dazzled me
Like fireworks thundering and clapping
In the air.

I love the way her pale skin creams up
Against the chair she sits in and the
Way her lips touch the end of her pencil.

She is silent on most days but that
Strings me towards her even more.

And if this poem ever finds her lap
The nothing else matters but the way
Her fingers blush and tickle the ends
Of this precious gift.

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Fernando Rafael Izaguirre, Jr., was born in 1993. He is an Honors student at Lee College in Baytown, Texas, majoring in English. His poetry, essays, and articles have appeared in various online and print magazines such as The Ofi Press, Weber State University Metaphor, and the Rio Grande Review. Fernando plans to obtain a Masters Degree in creative writing at the University of Houston. Eloquence is his first collection of poetry, has been released in September of 2014 by Editorial Trance. Poetry lovers can purchase his book on amazon and other outlets. He is currently working on his second poetry collection.

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photo by Kristi Harms

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Poetry

Donde Estas Amor?

by Fernando Izaguirre

Donde Estas Amor?

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El Amor sueña
Abajo de la luna
Que miraba desde mi ventana
Where lagrimas fall
And the reflection
Of memories stay.

Donde estas mi amor?
You taught me how
To love with the edges of my fingertips
That traveled down the slope
Of your spine.

Donde estas my beautiful angel?
You took care of me when
My world got heavy and my
Arms were waning from lifting
It.

Mi Amor,
You are my completed poem
That bites the tongue
That wants to roll but the wheels
Are flat.

Come home my love
And the seagulls will
Surely fly again and arrow
Themselves into the sea
Where they found us.

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Fernando Rafael Izaguirre, Jr., was born in 1993. He is an Honors student at Lee College in Baytown, Texas, majoring in English. His poetry, essays, and articles have appeared in various online and print magazines such as The Ofi Press, Weber State University Metaphor, and the Rio Grande Review. Fernando plans to obtain a Masters Degree in creative writing at the University of Houston. Eloquence is his first collection of poetry, has been released in September of 2014 by Editorial Trance. Poetry lovers can purchase his book on amazon and other outlets. He is currently working on his second poetry collection.

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photo by Angela M Campbell

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