Poems by Alberto Rios

Poems by Alberto Rios

A House Called Tomorrow, by Alberto Rios

You are not fifteen, or twelve, or seventeen—You are a hundred wild centuries
And fifteen, bringi...

November 2: Día de los muertos, by Alberto Rios

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It is not simply the Day of the Dead—loud, and parties.More quietly, it is the day of my dead. ...

On Gathering Artists, by Alberto Rios

Who does a job well, and very well—These are the artists, those curiousLights.

We are cobblers o...