POEM, Flavia Stefani, National Park
Flavia Stefani is a Brazilian American writer, who earned an Master of Fine Arts in Fiction from the University of Nevada, USA. A former assistant editor at Guernica and Witness Magazine, Flavia is at work on a novel and a collection of stories.
You were an ocean once
Blue & abundant.
Women stared at your lips
Threw flowers into your mouth
The sun leaned on you to sleep
Fish sang & waltzed in your belly.
Look at you now: pale
Fields of sharp ledges, stony
& indifferent. I stick my feet deep
in your sand. Ants nibble on my toes.
The ghost of your youth
Pressed up against my ankles.
It’s true: death is certain.
It’s also your name.
Amid this rosy, godless wind
Brown hills of decay
I think it wouldn’t be a bad thing
To end up like you.
Image: Henry Vargas
Blue & abundant.
Women stared at your lips
Threw flowers into your mouth
The sun leaned on you to sleep
Fish sang & waltzed in your belly.
Look at you now: pale
Fields of sharp ledges, stony
& indifferent. I stick my feet deep
in your sand. Ants nibble on my toes.
The ghost of your youth
Pressed up against my ankles.
It’s true: death is certain.
It’s also your name.
Amid this rosy, godless wind
Brown hills of decay
I think it wouldn’t be a bad thing
To end up like you.
Image: Henry Vargas
Short Story ︎︎︎ Carola Saavedra, Brief Beginning of the World
Novel Excerpt ︎︎︎ Marcela Dantés, Hollow Wind
Short Story ︎︎︎ Flavia Stefani, Connection interrupted
Poem ︎︎︎ Luciane Borges, When She Died
Art Essay ︎︎︎ Ana Teixeira, Still
Poem ︎︎︎ Francesca Cricelli, Here my Tongue
Poem ︎︎︎ Flavia Stefani, National Park
Short Story ︎︎︎ Carola Saavedra, Brief Beginning of the World
Novel Excerpt ︎︎︎ Marcela Dantés, Hollow Wind
Short Story ︎︎︎ Flavia Stefani, Connection Interrupted
Poem ︎︎︎ Luciane Borges, When She Died
Art Essay ︎︎︎ Ana Teixeira, Still
Poem ︎︎︎ Francesca Cricelli, Here my Tongue
Poem ︎︎︎ Flavia Stefani, National Park
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