After Rapture I am found kneeling beneath the last _____blasted tree. Winter on my shoulders and a sparrow’s red skull lodged _____in my mouth. I have cut my hair to feed the fire. Remnants of a city _____dusting my lips. No nations left to die for or hide in. Only this voice— _____woven through the [...]
about the author: 
Roy Pérez lives in Portland, Oregon, and teaches Latin@ literature and performance studies at Willamette University. He is a founding member of the birdsong arts collective and small press in Brooklyn, New York, for which he serves as contributing poetry editor. Roy's work has appeared in Glitter Tongue, The Best of PANIC! poetry anthology (Fire King Press), and FENCE magazine. His poem "Things We Both Know (Not Our Real Names)" was adapted to film by director Finn Paul and has played at film festivals in Chicago, New York, Seattle and Los Angeles. Roy is currently working on Queer Figments of the Latin@ Imaginary, a book about art, sex, and race. Born in Los Angeles, raised in Miami, and fashioned in Brooklyn, Roy has now lived in all four corners.