Poetry of Gonzalinho da Costa

YOU ARE MY BROTHER I saw you dirty, sleeping in the street, Your dry hide, carbon smudged ancient pottery, Your fingernails, blac...

SEMANA SANTA The time of year when the world Transforms into the inside of a tin can Cooking in the noontime sun Is when Jesus ...

Recently, I added to my file of favorite poems “Manunggul Jar” by Luisa A. Igloria, first published in Mud Season Review, Issue 16 (Januar...

Hot fresh bread… Hot fresh bread, breakfast time: Fragrant, not a flower, Warming, not a fire, Lively, not a flame, Soothing,...

SONNET I have never written a sonnet, and I never would, But for the memory of our love I will write one to remember. You are ete...

Reflecting on your tranquil life… Reflecting on your tranquil life, I gaze at you in repose, your eyes pearls shaken loose from treet...

THE DESERT It was the Lord, our God, who brought us and our ancestors up out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of slavery.—Josh...