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Secuencia de EvaEn el Jardín del Edénpalidece la serpiente.Siseante de ponzoñas,a Eva dirige su inquina,no porque a menos la tenga,sino que, formidable rival,más a Dios se le pareceen su poder gestar vida.Dispensador de menstruosy parturientos dolores,Dios dizque pasa facturaa la imprudencia de Eva.Pletórica de lunas,sincronizada su horacon el divino reloj:en un tic tac reverberasapiencia del acto creador.Sequence of EveIn the Garden of Edenthe serpent turns pale.Hissing poisonsit directs its spite at Eve,not because it thinks less of her,but instead because, formidable rival,she better resembles Godin her ability to gestate life.God, dispenser of mensesand labor pangs,makes Eve pay, so they say,for her imprudence.Bursting with moons,her hour synchronizedwith the divine clock,the wisdom of the creative actreverberatesin one tic toc.
Teresa Vazquez is an Assistant Professor and the Humanities
Program Chair at Ivy Tech Community College Northeast in Fort Wayne. In 2000,
she released a CD Chapbook of poetry and soundscapes entitled “A Woman Loving”,
with funding from the Chicago Department of Cultural Affairs. Her work has also appeared in March Abrazo
Press’s Between the Heart and the Land / Entre
el corazón y la tierra, an anthology of Midwest Latina writers. Teresa has
performed at the Printer’s Row Book Festival, the Guild Complex, the Museum of
Contemporary Art’s Def Poetry Jam Showcase, the Green Mill, The HotHouse and
N.A.M.E. Gallery in Chicago, and the Fort Wayne Museum of Art, TRIAAC’s
Acoustic Spokenword Café and at IPFW in Fort Wayne. She holds a Bachelor’s in Creative Writing
from Oberlin College, and an MFA in Studio Art from the School of the Art
Institute of Chicago.
Skating
We could play one another
By ear
For months upended,
Disregarding seasons,
Ignorance, cloud
covered bodies
But we
we have an orgasm
to settle
Gone froze further
Than all forgetting
How dare
this trifling poem
feign to be about skating
flawlessly,
essence of the glider, shape of water
Because we
we have come to convince
none but our fool selves
X-ray Spex outlines
Repeat after me, we
We are not failing
This is the last
Possible moment, I
I snatch this poem
Up against me, it offers
No resistance
No fears
About gliding
above fear,
Because this
This poem
IS
Sovereign, ready to die for bounty
Or bust
Past settling dis
Satisfaction
Resplendent
There, it is leaping!
And cracks quick splits
when it dashes ice.
by Teresa
Vázquez
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