Poetry at the Post: It’s All About Red in Oaxaca with Aimee Nezhukumatathil

Back in Oaxaca so revisiting red!


Red Ghazal

I’ve noticed after a few sips of tea, the tip of her tongue, thin and red
with heat, quickens when she describes her cuts and bruises—deep violets and red.


Red! I love the color—and the poetic form of the ghazal. It’s not difficult to find the color red in Oaxaca, Mexico—it’s everywhere! These are some quick shots I took on  my iPhone Sunday morning while walking back to my apartment after breakfast. Just red!

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I’m terrible at cards. Friends huddle in for Euchre, Hearts—beg me to play
with them. When it’s obvious I can clearly win with a black card, I select a red.

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