Epilogue for the 21st Century
By Nancy Mercado
And the demon took possession of the nation
Leading it by the nose in circles
Engaging in topsy-turvy talk
Weaving and unstitching gnarls of lies
Dangling morsels of doubletalk and innuendos
And the nation jumped
In attempts to capture … Continue reading→
I Come to See for Myself: On the Anniversary of Hurricane Maria
By Nancy Mercado
I fly in to see for myself
below, blue tarps over the homes of my nation
like those silver blankets that cover the souls
of Mayan and Arawak children … Continue reading→