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 I am wowed by the verbal dexterity. The lyrical consciousness is intriguing and the imagery is captivating. Alverez is a mesmerizing storyteller and a prolific poet. The Poet dishes a sumptuous   literary toasted bread and a poetry refreshment and it is difficult to resist. The scintillating rock guitar string rhythm within, pounds our heart caves like the echo of an African drum throb. It raves our mental- roofs with the verve of unexpected summer whirlwinds. The legendary poet in Alvarez is a traveler, a chronicler and an unapologetic surrealist and has mastered the art of realism. I do not want to spoil the broth. Let me say we are proud to feature the internationally celebrated Poet, Accomplished Writers Projects Curator, Acclaimed Literary Publications Editor and Award -winning Author CELIA LISSET ALVAREZ- (Blurb by Mbizo CHIRASHA).


Poetry from Shapeshifting (Spire Press 2006).





I will stop waiting:

for the poetry that won’t ever come

for the feisty grandmothers who loved men

and baked weapons out of wheat

for the colorful aunts who were raped as virgins

and bled jewels, rubies and garnets

now buried by the sea like evil children

for cousins who went bad, became movie stars

or revolutionaries, or saints

for men who teach about the flesh

with liquor or guitars.


But you,

you must give up your stupid, girlish romance;


You must not ask me:

to make music for you out of sirens, chainsaws

and ice-cream trucks, the lullabies

of air conditioners and generators

or even of the rain.

You will not learn anything from me.

You must make sense of your own demons,

the witches and the Africans you burned

the fields of corn you left untended

to grow money.

I won’t be your sad Indian, I won’t

cry a single tear for you

or talk about “my people” without sarcasm.


In fact, I have no people.

Make sure you understand: I have nothing

to declare, nothing to confess.





There is only one road in: LeJeune,

with its multiple lanes draining the airport

of its sludge. All that matters is leaving.


Then the tract houses in discount shades

of deco: Flamingo Pink, Phlegmatic Mint,

Sunburnt Salmon.

All the boys

wear their crotches low, big shoes and puffed heads,

short legs, empty threats.


All day long the women sweep the porches

out into the street, sweep, sweep, all day long.


All day long the traffic groans

like a birthing woman,

all day long and all night, too.


This is the city that never sleeps,

that works all day.


The old men, too tired to stand or sit,

wait on their haunches

for the liquor store to open.


In a few hours they turn into beer bottles

girdled in brown paper bags, scratched-off

lotto tickets, spit thick as bird shit.


They go back to the dog track,

to Mango Hill, to their daughter’s houses.


The women sigh like bus brakes.

There are no girls in Hialeah.


The factories stack up like cardboard boxes.

All day long they make uniforms and

artificial hips.

Every corner has a clinic,

a convenience store, a gas station, a fast-food pit.


I never lived in Hialeah.

Nobody did.


from The Stones (Finishing Line Press 2006)




  1. Driving down Ocean Boulevard

the old fotingo sticking to my bare thighs

the smell of patchouli and a beaded necklace

wrapped twice around my mother’s neck



say I didn’t warn you not to touch it, lace so fine

it melts under your fingertips like sugar, and if you wanted

a taste I would have given it to you, I would have

lent you my big red shoes to wear around the house as long as

you promise to be careful, promise not to trip downstairs, and



laugh at other people, not even at the old ones, who do you think

you are, to wear such grown-up hairstyles, and what is that around

your mouth, what have you been eating chocolate, have you been

saying things about me to your aunts, well let me tell you



even begin to think they love you like I do, no not even

in the pool with your cousins, remember to be polite, especially

with the little ones, and wait your turn on the slide, if I see you

pushing anyone I’ll say I’m sick and we’ll go home and if you



cry like a baby we might come back next week, I’ll teach you

how to swim in the big pool, I’ll hold you by the stomach like we

practiced in the bathtub, and you can move your arms and legs until

you feel like you’re floating, and then I’ll let you go if you want me to

and if you



then we’ll just pretend it’s me, okay, and I’ll give you a taste

of my beer, if you promise not to tell anyone, especially your father,

he might be coming with us next week, we’ll see what happens, put

something on the radio, like the song says, love is in the air, so



change stations like that so fast, all you can hear is squealing and

static, did you remember to bring the towels and a change of clothes

what is that you have there, I told you not to bring any dolls, nothing

you would be sad to lose, that’s the thing about the beach, it’s not

what you bring so much that matters, it’s what you



AA6000CELIA LISSET ALVAREZ was born in Madrid, Spain to Cuban refugees fleeing from the Castro regime en- route to Miami. Alvarez has lived in Miami all her life since, and acquired first an MFA in creative writing and then an MA in literature from the University of Miami, where she met her husband, fellow Cuban-American poet/scholar Rafael Miguel Montes. They have two daughters, Lucy and Sara. Alvarez’s debut collection was the Spire Press Award-winning Shapeshifting (Spire Press 2006), which was quickly followed by a second collection, The Stones (Finishing Line Press 2006). Her poems have appeared in numerous journals and anthologies, such as Fifth Wednesday Journal and BloodLotus, and the anthologies Obsession: Sestinas for the 21st Century (Dartmouth UP 2014) and Eating Her Wedding Dress: A Collection of Clothing Poems (Ragged Sky Press 2009). Her short stories have appeared in Fringe and zingmagazine, and the anthology Women Moving Forward: Narratives of Identity, Migration, Resilience, and Hope, Vol. 1. (Cambridge Scholars Press 2006). She has also written essays and reviews for Prairie Schooner, Thanal Online, Grist, the Southern Humanities Review, Jacket, and Lore: An E-Journal for Teachers of Writing. Alvarez has taught English composition and literature and scientific and creative writing at the University of Miami, Miami Dade College, Florida International University, and St. Thomas University. She also spent four years teaching high school at Our Lady of Lourdes Academy, an all-girls Catholic school. She is currently the editor of Prospectus: A Literary Offering. In a review of The Stones, Matt Merritt writes that Alvarez’s poetry contains “highly sensual, occasionally synaesthetic imagery that really grabs you. You taste, smell and feel the Caribbean and Florida. Beach roads, markets, Sunday church services— they’re all there, recognisable and never sentimentalised:”





Mbizo CHIRASHA, Contributing Editor  to the Diasporian Online. Mbizo CHIRASHA -( Chronicler and Publisher , AFRICA WRITERS CARAVAN. Chief Editor at TIME OF THE POET REPUBLIC. Projects Curator at WOMAWORDS LITERARY PRESS. Chief Influencer at Brave Voices Poetry Journal. Author and Editor at Porcupine Quill. UNESCO-RILA Affiliate Artist. 2020 Free Speech Fellow at PEN Deutschland.2020 Poet in Residence of the Fictional Café . 2019 African Fellow of the Contributing Writer at Monk Arts and Soul Magazine . Literary Arts Activism Diplomatie at Bezine Arts and Humanities Magazine and The Poet A Day. Featured Poetry Artist at World BeyondWar.Org. Arts Features and Political commentary Writer at Cultural Weekly. Featured African Writer at Demer Press International Poetry Series . Featured African Performance Poet at 2020 Medellin International Poetry Festival. Featured Poet/Writer at INKSWEATAND TEARS Journal.2019 Live Literature Hub Curator/Producer at Sotambe International Film Arts FESTIVAL. 2009 Poet in Residence at International Africa Culture and Development, ICACD). 2003 Young Literary Arts Delegate of ZimBookFair to Goteborg International Book Fair, SIDA African Pavilion . Co-Editor of a three Languages International collection STREET VOICES with prominent Germany Author Andreas Weiland . Featured Poet at Cervena Barva Press Newsletter. Literary Arts and Poetry Contributor to the Zimbabwean Voice of the Voiceless Newspaper. African Participant to the World Poetry Almanac Book Series in Mongolia. Resident Coordinator for 100 Thousand POETS for Peace- Zimbabwe. Founder and Creative Director at GirlChildcreativity Project . Writer in Residence. Global LITERARY Arts Projects Influencer. Published Author and International Acclaimed Poet.


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