An insight into Gabriela Mistral

I just read one of Gabriela Mistral's poems called "The Flower of Air" and identified myself on a very personal level with it. In "The Flower of the Air," Mistral takes us by the hand so that we can experience her self-acceptance process. It is one of the most introspective poems in the book. After reading it, I

I don’t dream of the louvre though

I dream of yellow lighting, music playing, smells of dinner and hearts around the table

I don’t remember much from my childhood in that cold land

Other than the fact I never actually felt cold

There was always warmth in our home

Until there wasn’t

Ironic moving somewhere warmer but then we couldn’t handle the heat

I Wish I May

They say there are millions out there,
but I cannot see even one tonight;
the sky is a ghastly gray, sick with city light
caught miles away that hangs in the air.

A lonely cricket
cries out wide and far
but is drowned out
by a sole sedan
coming back from the bar
which is drowned out
by the on-rushing roar of a jet
jammed full of business

“Reconciliation” by Jónína Kirton:

“how will I reconcile myself?
the Icelander and the métis
the settler and the
Indigenous
an ally to myself
since birth flung across a
chasm
I often wonder am I to
forever be
the way across
weak anchors at each end
my spine a flexible deck
load-bearing
and within my cables too
much tension
as some try to cross
we all swing wildly
in