In Avignon, the carnival opened in my weary evening. The fire eaters and sword swallowers gathered under the hazy...
Pablo Peschiera
How to Fix Loneliness
One year I lived alone, so I’d take leisurely walks around the block. Sometimes a white stray dog would come around...
Praying to My Mother in Tongues
“Mother,” in Spanish, is “Mamá,”and “lost” is “perdido,” and“lost mother” is “urn in a crypt”To which to sit and...
Ode to the Dolphin Named Jacklin Farley Who Taught Me about Whip Its
She said she topped everything in whipped cream: a mocha café, her personal recipe for a banana split, Saturday...
Photo from 1952 taken on Playa La Perla in Chincha, Perú
How does a memory lurk for generations, a landscape sun-burnished as a whale’s skull, as the Inca Tern's yellow...
Pablo Peschiera’s poems have appeared in Pleiades, Shenandoah, Copper Nickel, and many other publications. He’s written and published lyrics for choral performance, and has published over one hundred poems, interviews, reviews, essays, and translations. He teaches creative writing at Hope College, where his focus is poetry and poetics, translation, and latinx poetry. He immigrated to the US from Peru in 1973 at the age 4 years old with his parents, who were born and raised in Peru. Today he lives to the east of Saugatuck, Michigan.