BIO
paulA neves is a native of Newark, NJ whose poetry, essays, book reviews, etc. have appeared in numerous publications, including Fiolet and Wing, Cleaver Magazine, The Abuela Stories Project, Queen Mob’s Teahouse, Writers of the Portuguese Diaspora, and elsewhere. She is currently a teaching artist-in-residence for the Glass Book Project (glassbookproject.com) and her artwork is featured in several of its collections. A Canto Mundo fellow, she has also received scholarships/residencies from the Sundress Academy for the Arts, the Luso-American Development Foundation, and the Disquiet Literary Program. She is a member of the Kale Soup for the Soul collective (www.facebook.com/KaleSoupfortheSoul/), which has presented panels, readings and workshops nationwide. She is a graduate of the MFA program in writing at Rutgers-Newark and teaches for various university programs. For more info visit paulaneves.net or @Itinerantmuse .
Offerings Ofensas
— after an ad in the Lisbon Metro recalling PIDE’s victims
for more than a braid
																																																							of a daughter’s hair
or a son’s milk teeth
																																																							wrapped in chita
the priest-professor
																																																							told you to believe 
so you believed
in economies of
																																																							ofertas
you believed in Fátima and fadistas 
who sang of sailors
																																																							and their strong sea
legs, taking them
																																																							anywhere but Tarrafal
far from your honeyed
																																																							wax heart 
far from the woman
																																																							like your mother
who carried your perfeito
																																																							coração
hoping the gulls would
																																																							eat from her hand 
hoping just one would
																																																							have come
instead of PIDE to ask
what she had to offer 
if she believed in her
																																																							own ofensas
perdoai as nossas…ai Senhor
if she believed her
																																																							feet were anchors 
or there but for the
																																																							grace of God
pillars of a house
where they’d set old
																																																							smoke on fire 
again and again
																																																							insisting
with eyes the brass of
																																																							chalices
that she shouldn’t
																																																							have