My prose poem “Humberto, I Just Saw the News” is featured alongside many fantastic poems, short prose pieces, and visual artworks in the spring issue of Stoneboat, a Wisconsin-based literary journal. I had the opportunity to read in Sheboygan to help celebrate the new issue, which I will share more about soon. For now, here is the text of my poem. If you enjoy it and would like to purchase a copy or a subscription to Stoneboat, please visit their website.

Humberto, I Just Saw the News

My husband and I were in the middle of an argument, he saying, Come off it and spend time with me! when your picture came up on the CNN website. Slumped and forward-reaching, you were surrounded by an armed escort, men with guns, on your way to the Spanish consulate after your kidnappers released you. Mandy called all the people she knew in high places. She left work at the firm, turned her back on demanding cases and went home sick, she whom you wouldn’t marry because you wanted to be free, to do good works. You gave up her love, and a Visa, to plant gardens with orphaned children in Palestine. I have to wonder, Humberto, because I only met you a couple times—though I enjoyed your art on the wall, geometric splashes of reds and blues like Rothko—will you still want this life? You look so crestfallen, wilted in that photograph. When men in black hoods threw you in their car and drove away, did it change for you the meaning of language? When the blunt point of an automatic cooled your skull, what happened to words like salaam, paz, peace?