Luisa A. Igloria, dear friend, is this year’s Virginia Poet Laureate. Her newest collection, Maps for Migrants and Ghosts (Crab Orchard Review & Southern Illinois University Press), is such a beauty.
Excerpt from Moving, Changing, Not Moving
In the brick-lined interior of a coffee shop, a man
at the communal table closes his eyes, a pair
of earphones plugged into his cell. Fanning themselves,
people come in from the street; it’s the hottest summer
& everyone wants iced coffees & teas, water &
ice; & parents with little children fall in line outside
people come in from the street; it’s the hottest summer& everyone wants iced coffees & teas, water &
btw: Has anyone EVER tried to contact WordPress about their new Block Editors, and has one EVER received a response? This poem format is ALL OFF, and the code editor does not allow self to switch between single space (within a stanza) and double space (between stanzas). Literally, self has been trying to format since 10 a.m., an hour and a half ago. Even their Customer Service doesn’t work. That is all.
Kanlaon 