3Oct 2026 Opalina Salas

for my Daughter

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Brushstrokes rake my scalp awake soggy mirror reflections drip colorless portraits ever changing in the steam I’m washed clean but my eyes still ache with the memory stain Refrain voices... Read More
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From one self to another. – mh clay

1Nov 2025 Opalina Salas

There are vegetables rotting on the vine

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There’s a clown on the White House roof Pedos are calling the shots now, I’ve borrowed from Peter to pay Paul And the money is running out Run I’m running... Read More
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A sad, sick salad this is. Is it yours? – mh clay

29Jun 2024 Opalina Salas

Let You Go

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Sometimes I let you go Mid air To push the breath straight through us. Sometimes I let you Stumble bone deep Into my waiting Arms Sometimes I let Your poems... Read More
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With love, not any day ever. (We’re happy to welcome Opalina back into our congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Check out more of her madness on her page.) – mh clay

3Apr 2019 Opalina Salas

4/9

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I hope you’re thirsty it’s gonna to be a mess my new mistake smokes red Pall Malls and tosses her hair like Elizabeth Taylor, whispers when it’s dirty and crosses... Read More
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Train(wreck)spotting; always good TV. (This poem is included in Opalina’s new collection, Black Sparrow Dress, from Mad Swirl Press. You be glad to check this one out – get a copy here.) – mh clay

17Nov 2017 Opalina Salas

The night Mother Stepped into Space

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Def: of height, depth, and width within which all things exist and move Wild dreams Rocket ships with missing seatbelts soaked sheets and astral projections shed her of her constraints... Read More
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A sad blastoff for us behind, a new frontier for them. Yes! – mh clay

13Oct 2016 Opalina Salas

불확실성

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I don’t know how to feel about this Seems to be my mantra these days Uncertainty I put on some Reverend Green Look out the window and think and My... Read More
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A wasting week to wash away in radio and ramen. – mh clay

13Jul 2015 Opalina Salas

If I could

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If I could Just hold on To the tail ends sweeping The talk And mediocre Could blind my eyes to your dissatisfaction Close my ears to the silence Break open... Read More
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Oh, yes! If we could (a pour for the poor), we would… wouldn’t we? (Another mad missive from Opalina on her page; something for breakfast – check it out.) – mh clay

13Jul 2015 Opalina Salas

Desayuno Con Mama Quilla

(Breakfast with Mama Killa) A butterfly cut of crimson Folded over Lap napkins of skin Rivulets burgundy Pinstripes of sin Sangre sacrada Red clay pottery Chipped On painted Lips Smeared... Read More
3May 2014 Opalina Salas

Squinting in the light

Hark! What light thru yonder bedsprings breaks? It's morning and the mockingbird is pecking it's smeck under dripping dew Glistened blades of cerulean Shimmering night crusted sleep Crackles open Newborn... Read More
3May 2014 Opalina Salas

Whistling in the dark

Teardrop stalactites Water crest Cascades Marimba tones on unseen terrains Your hollow heart echoes these refrains As I whistle in the dark In lieu of calling your name This poem... Read More