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| News: | 31 Mar. 2026 |
I’m so pleased to announce the forthcoming publication of this full-length collection by L.A. poet Jonathan Yungkans. Borrowed from Heaven features poems, prose, and photographs selected by yours truly in collaboration with the author, from his works produced during 2012-2025.
Cover image Rincon Beach © 2014 by Jonathan Yungkans. All rights reserved.
Scheduled for release in mid-May 2026, Borrowed from Heaven (176 pages) will be available from a range of booksellers such as Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Bookshop.org in the US; Booktopia in Australia; Indigo in Canada; Bookswagon in Central Delhi, India; Waterstones in the UK; and numerous others worldwide.
cross
diagnosis the position of the Christ’s head
—Adrian Bouter1
cold rolls its marbles between floorboards and feet
which shuffle
toward an assembly-line crucifixion
past Siqueiros’s crucifixion mural on Olvera Street2
in the City of the Angels
reduced to the whitewash
that Anglo sanctimony insists is Lamb’s blood
pure as the obelisk’s white in Manzanar cemetery
the site surrounded by blue peaks
desert brown
while Siqueiros’s eagle watches from its perch atop
the native’s cross
scandalizing the quaint heritage
evoked and romanticized for tourists and feet move
as they shuffle toward an assembly-line crucifixion
what’s left
to sing but my country hates for thee
sweet land of cruelty while boards and knees groan
and Christ weeps blood
which drips down a mirror
whose silver plate behind its glass is greyish skin
while my fourth-grade teacher’s black eyes stare
Christ in and around me the hope of glory
as she
tells the class about when she was sent as a child
to Manzanar
toward an assembly-line crucifixion
as ICE’s helicopters hover and fly past day and night
* *
and Dad mentioned one night that he had met Trump
when Dad was shuttling
between LA and New York
and he told me “I thought he had some good ideas”
and I wonder
how good those ideas really were Dad
as I watch a video of ICE agents in helmets and camo
running after brown people fleeing for their lives
as they swarm a car wash down the street
agents
cradling assault rifles not aiming or shooting them
like they did Renée Good
when she pulled away
guilty of nothing more than writing poetry
but you never did get a handle on writing poetry
did you Dad
with me or anyone else so maybe
it was a crime and she was a white girl driving
as Siqueiros’s eagle
keens over and over loud
sounding a cross between a cheer and a scream
—After David Alfaro Siqueiros3
—Stanzas 1-4, which appear above the asterisks, were first published as the poem “via crucis” in Synkroniciti (Vol. 7, No. 4, Patterns, Fall 2025).4
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