Christine C. Rivero-Guisinga
Our stories are crawling, open-clawed,
in another country
where the ground is as soft as the beloved
taking bullets into every piece of them we know.
The mountain pass is an endless line of mourners in the rain.
Walk, at dusk, toward another forest burning,
make new homes in the fire, or
grow wings and soar into the blaze.
Our prayers are with us until they too must be left behind.
Christine C. Rivero-Guisinga works for a humanitarian organisation. A SEA Lit Circle member, she shares short haiku-like poems on Instagram (@storyseamstress). Her piece in the After Happy Hour Review earned a Pushcart Prize nomination.
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