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dark
emotional
hopeful
inspiring
reflective
medium-paced
4.0
- To ask your name is to ask your life - excerpt from When the Death Squads Came.
I love how Pineda weaves in the many ways rain can be used metaphorically to signify loss, love, gain, family, immigration, bigotry, and opportunity.
Her poems centre family and stories, tells of experiences that have shaped them both in their homeland and in a new land.
The poems are simple in delivery but the message hits deep with a poignancy that had me rereading every single one.
These words were laden with intent and therein lies the power with which they transmit Pineda's experiences, they resonate gently and with fire, speaking to a land where there exists pain, struggle, and injustices; yet where love, family and perseverance thrive.
my nails bite into monstrous men and make them mad. They ask for it, their deaths— something about how they walked into their wives fist-first, or lost their hands up someone’s skirt. I come to them dream-like, at first, tell them to find me at the finca’s edge. They always come looking for me. As if they don’t know what’s coming. - excerpt from When the Men Come Looking
The facets of country and people shine through these poems.
I love how Pineda weaves in the many ways rain can be used metaphorically to signify loss, love, gain, family, immigration, bigotry, and opportunity.
Her poems centre family and stories, tells of experiences that have shaped them both in their homeland and in a new land.
The poems are simple in delivery but the message hits deep with a poignancy that had me rereading every single one.
These words were laden with intent and therein lies the power with which they transmit Pineda's experiences, they resonate gently and with fire, speaking to a land where there exists pain, struggle, and injustices; yet where love, family and perseverance thrive.
my nails bite into monstrous men and make them mad. They ask for it, their deaths— something about how they walked into their wives fist-first, or lost their hands up someone’s skirt. I come to them dream-like, at first, tell them to find me at the finca’s edge. They always come looking for me. As if they don’t know what’s coming. - excerpt from When the Men Come Looking
The facets of country and people shine through these poems.
Content Warnings
Minor: Grief, Gun violence, Murder, and Violence
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