On Devotion

what will you whisper into my crevices this time?



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A man's clasped brown and weathered hands

Ángel García and the Personal Research Method

"I try to hone a poem invested in memory and imagination to arrive at some deeper question of truth. ...I attempt to create threads that feel familiar, nostalgic even, but that still long for something speculative."


From the Archives: The Dog

How easily / I could imagine a version of our lives / in which he kept all his suffering secret from me. / I saw the beer on the counter.


A black and white photo of a young Asian woman with dark hair parted on one side. She smiles imperceptibly.

From the Archives: Becoming Ghost

He says: I want it to smell / like the real thing. // The real thing / is a landscape // of work and death–– / the names of our ancestors // slack in our mouths, / just the art of loving // your family line enough / to reproduce it.


Image shows a close up of several differently colored river pebbles scattered across a white linen cloth. Sunlight shines from one corner, illuminating the stones.

Ode

I wanted to stay forever in / that rocking place.