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Designed by KMA Sullivan and

Cole Hildebrand

Cover Art: Pattern Design by Darlin & Co

Interior Art: Matthew Boyle

Cover & Interior Design: Alban Fischer

Paperback, 71 pages

June 15, 2018, ISBN 978-1-936919-54-3

 

Longlist, Julie Suk Award, 2018

 

about Reaper's Milonga

 

Lucian Mattison’s poetry collection, Reaper’s Milonga, is one that holds Lorca’s notion of duende at its core. The reader travels from places, both real and imagined, with the cloaked figure of Death as her guide. Poems range in subject matter, touching on politics, music, love, art, and cultural identity, all with vulnerability, mortality, and sensuality as the pistons driving the whole. 

 

about Lucian Mattison

 

Argentinean-US poet and translator Lucian Mattison is the author of two books of poetry, Reaper’s Milonga (YesYes Books, 2018) and Peregrine Nation (Dynamo Verlag, 2017). His poetry, short fiction, and translations appear in numerous journals including Hayden’s Ferry Review, Hobart, Muzzle, Nano Fiction, The Nashville Review, The Offing, Puerto del Sol, Waxwing, and is featured on poets.org. He is based out of DC and edits poetry for Big Lucks.

Reaper's Milonga by Lucian Mattison

SKU: 0100054
$18.00 Regular Price
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    Maybe you saw me in the Picasso Museum,

    how I stood for an hour in front of Gored Horse

    thinking about Plaza de Toros in Pamplona

     

    praying to the toro lidiado, how banderillas

    dripped a rosary of blood down its obsidian pelt.

    Yes, the grandstand was full. No, women

     

    did not beg for the bull’s ears when it finally stumbled.

    The beast leaned against corrugated iron

    catching its breath to the chagrin of spectators.

     

    The torero was ushered off stage, tail tucked

    between his legs. Birds glittering above, their little razor-

    blade wings cut sheet music on cerulean dusk.

     

    Nothing about it was torturous, indeterminate;

    it was chaines turns and feather steps until the goring.

    Nobody won.

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