Three poems by Jenn Ghivan (poetry, ’15) appear in The Offing:


Sea Level

I’ve lost most names for things from girlhood
early womanhood   can’t name the mother
of the man I used to sleep with   in her house
she made us nopales   prickly pear   scraped
the sticky cactus innards into a pan
made Spanish rice & fried beans   & his father

. . . continue reading here.

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