{"id":5734,"date":"2025-12-01T09:00:43","date_gmt":"2025-12-01T13:00:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/?page_id=5734"},"modified":"2025-12-01T19:07:54","modified_gmt":"2025-12-01T23:07:54","slug":"ghazal-gill","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/fall-2025-digital-lit\/ghazal-gill\/","title":{"rendered":"Ghazal for New York City \u2014 Erika Gill \u2014 Fall 2025"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_5735\" style=\"width: 646px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-5735\" class=\"wp-image-5735\" src=\"http:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/1188\/2025\/11\/Euforia-Abstracta-en-la-ciudad-Invisible-2-1024x672.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"636\" height=\"417\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/1188\/2025\/11\/Euforia-Abstracta-en-la-ciudad-Invisible-2-1024x672.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/1188\/2025\/11\/Euforia-Abstracta-en-la-ciudad-Invisible-2-300x197.jpg 300w, https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/1188\/2025\/11\/Euforia-Abstracta-en-la-ciudad-Invisible-2-768x504.jpg 768w, https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/1188\/2025\/11\/Euforia-Abstracta-en-la-ciudad-Invisible-2-1536x1007.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/1188\/2025\/11\/Euforia-Abstracta-en-la-ciudad-Invisible-2-2048x1343.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 636px) 100vw, 636px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-5735\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Euforia Abstracta en la ciudad Invisible by Vivian Calderon Bogoslavsky<\/p><\/div>\n<h1><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center\">Ghazal for New York City<\/h1>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Erika Gill<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>After Adrienne Rich<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I haven\u2019t finished mourning the future I believed we were constructing<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">when your ghost follows me through the city streets and subway lines<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">upward stare at the pinkish paint flaking from the metal beam overhead<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the overgrown verdancy of the vines along the station wall fills me<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">in Central Park I melt, slowly by stages, into a frozen strawberry lemonade<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">outside of Strawberry fields a sudden void scoops my soul into concavity<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I am the black ant crawling in the white hibiscus flower in Prospect Park<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I am the fat rat crawling in the cement cracks in the Park Slope station<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">smoking in the West Village I spot the crepe place I traveled to 10 years ago<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">right across the street from the bar where a man said a slur to my face<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Have I become lost willingly in the concrete jungle where dreams are made?<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Empty myself, my last cigarette, my patience as the world&#8217;s best wing man<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u201cIt\u2019s not about being feminine, it\u2019s about being a dirty little bitch,\u201d they say<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the chord it strikes resonates through the following weeks, wards you away<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I claim this city for myself, and exorcise you from all that remains sordid<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">in my heart full of dirt, sewage, garbage and exhaust, but most of all, hope.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><b>Erika Gill<\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"> (they\/them) lives on unceded Ts\u00e9stho\u2019e (Cheyenne), O\u010dh\u00e9thi \u0160ak\u00f3wi\u014b, hinono\u2019eino\u2019 biito\u2019owu\u2019 (Arapaho), and N\u00fau-agha-t\u0289v\u0289-p\u0289\u0331 (Ute) land in Denver. Erika is Editor in Chief of <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Alternative Milk Magazine<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">. Their poetry appears in <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Rigorous<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">MORIA<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">beestung<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">,<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"> and others. Their debut collection of poetry,<\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"> Lone Yellow Flower<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">, is available now from Querencia Press. Socials: @invariablyso Website:<\/span> <a href=\"http:\/\/erikagill.com\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">erikagill.com<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n<p><b>Vivian Calder\u00f3n Bogoslavsky<\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"> is a Colombia native. She holds a bachelors in anthropology with a minor in history and a postgraduate degree in Journalism from Universidad of Los Andes in Bogota, Colombia. She has studied art for over 13 years with a well known Argentinian art master, as well as studies in Florence, Italy, and Fine Arts &amp; Design in USA. She was in Madrid Spain for one year painting and having art exhibitions and today she is in Colombia exploring her art. Vivian has shown her work in both individual and collective shows in Colombia, the United States, and Spain. She has been published in various books, magazines, and webpages, and has received multiple awards.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/fall-2025-digital-lit\/\">Back to issue<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ghazal for New York City Erika Gill After Adrienne Rich &nbsp; I haven\u2019t finished mourning the future I believed we were constructing when your ghost follows me through the city <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/fall-2025-digital-lit\/ghazal-gill\/\">Continue Reading &rarr;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5078,"featured_media":0,"parent":5625,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/5734"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5078"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5734"}],"version-history":[{"count":11,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/5734\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6038,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/5734\/revisions\/6038"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/5625"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5734"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}