Dejate de esa vaina, compadre Let your pulse slow down We’re siblings, you and I Not much different, yet not similar In any way Even though our parents complain In vain, a path to make way For judgements to simmer and sink into our pores I never understood the back and forth Of why this, […]
Patricia McAlpine is a poet residing in Burrillville, RI. She has a BS in English from Northeastern University and has participated in several writing workshops and was coordinator of the Galway Kinnell Poetry Contest/Festival in Pawtucket, RI. Her poems have appeared in several anthologies, including: Crosswinds Summer 2024, Notable Works publication, “Voices of the Earth […]
What a pleasure and an honor to celebrate Hispanic Heritage Month, alongside community treasure Marta Martinez, in this issue of Motif magazine. Poetry is an integral part of any truly vibrant cultural landscape, and the writers featured here are among the best contemporary poets writing today. It is heartening and important that poems be included, […]
To write a poem, they say, you must seek a beautiful moment, at least one a day, so I walk into some parking lot landscaping & hug a Japanese Maple—force the issue; play at fables & go deeper into the woods but the Twisted Orange Tree is spikey & low to the ground, so I […]
First Mercy I am holding in my hand an invisible poem. I can’t read it. I don’t know what it says. I want to make it visible. Want to see my wife in it. Want to see her at 22 before our daughter was born, before I developed the imagination to hurt another human […]
for Philip Levine When the CIA said, An extraordinary renditionhas been performed, I knew Lester Youngblowing his saxophone in that way he didwhen Billie Holiday was a few feet awaysmoking, singing “I Can’t Get Started,”was not what they had in mind. No, the agentat the podium talking to reporterswho spends most of his days staringat computer screens […]
All Summer after“What’s LoveGottoDo?” by Richard Blanco All summer I wander between houses, couches, in and out of Dil and Lil’s secondhand Murano, air conditionless, legs suctioned to the seats / Radio set to whatever isn’t static, most days Spanish, Mexican horns blaring, pushing down three-lane highways and rural dirt roads / All summer I […]
A special edition for Motif’s Fiction and Poetry issue Running along the boardwalk on the way to the shore, In two’s and in three’s, racing on their way, Crematogaster sisters, acrobats with heart. The farmers brought us out to see the mystery, a crop had been targeted, thirsty broccoli, the youngest sprouts, Tetramorium encircled. Clinging […]
I run early, up hills like San Francisco’s cousin—or stepsister. Not blood-related, but the grime clings the same. Shopping carts gather behind the house, where the snowdrops just emerged, buttercups not far behind. And I run past a coffee shop just opened, selling Jerusalem bagels, and the stones that lead from the playground into the […]
Recurring Dream i dream of being [cold] without cover spilling from my mouth pearl strands of quilted grieving i spit into the Atlantic i spit toward the Moon in the morning crystal-bright at night i swallow my teeth & dream unraveling sunset into bowls of emeralds buckets of beloved hand-food & docks salted in mourning […]