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..:: CONTENTS ::..
   Volume I, Issue I

..:: POETRY ::..

..:: PROSE ::..
..:: ART ::..
..:: ETC ::..
   Contributor's Notes

..:: ARCHIVES ::..
   Volume I, Issue I
   Volume I, Issue II
   Volume II, Issue I
   Volume II, Issue II
   Volume III, Issue I
   Volume III, Issue II
   Volume IV, Issue I

Bone Soup / Sopa de Hueso
Virgil Suárez


After a pig slaughter, my father
brought my mother a bundle
of bones wrapped in butcher

paper, a brown gift, and I watched
my mother dunk each bone
carefully into her pewter witch's

cauldron; water roils, the slivers
of flesh darken in scalding heat,
bits and pieces of sinew flake

off. All for her sopa de hueso,
bone soup, for my ailing grandma,
for the living and the dead,

the marrow of life, as she called it,
between us all, enough substance
to uplift our spirits, and nourish us.


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