Our fist issue of Volume 24—CPR Vol. 24, Issue 1—features poems about loss, memory, the past, and the present—what persists and returns to us
by which I mean what comes to mind now and squeezes my throat are those nights together on the floor of the living room
tu eres talvez mi corazon gitano que vega en el azul llorando versos! —César Vallejo We bet high and slept in the streets, sure
“Il ny’a rien de hors-langue” JD come from a wide square full of bodies moving like dark sails in the harbor, sweet figs, staying