Poetry

Incrédula de estar del otro lado; recordando tus palabras llenas de promesas vacías. Aquellas que alguna vez me hicieron creer que no existía otro lugar si no era a tu lado. A pesar de eso aún me siento en el aire; cuando una moneda es lanzada hacia arriba mientras la incertidumbre crece por saber de qué lado caerá. Hoy esa moneda soy yo, con la...

Hard to get the stench off When it’s all in your head I felt like an old man once I assume that old man is dead under those floral ridden railroad tracks howling like a bastard ridden wolf Can’t help but cry, old love I never wanted to be a fool And never wanted to be a lover Saw through all my filth and blubber Don’t try to love me girl...

The world is too cold (The world is so cold) My love is gone Gone as the gone ones go The sky falls down and gives me its color hue The world is too cold (The world is so cold) My lover turns old as lovers do The war kills millions while the men collect billions The children are starving while the men are partying As the rich men...

Time is so unforgiving I see it in my face The wrinkles and the lines They are getting hard to erase. My hair line is receding My bald is starting to show Is it true there are potions That makes your hair grow? My stomach looks distended There's nothing I can do My friends say I look malnourished Sometimes I think it's true. My legs are...

Looking towards my future I feel so unsure Living is so costly I can't live comfortably. I can't afford to buy a home The mortgage keeps me up till dawn Groceries vanish from my cart Times are getting really hard. It's so hard to make ends meet Am I the only want feeling the heat Is anyone else hurting this much Or am I completely out of...

I wish papers could be torn and fly away, erasing every memory of beautiful days. The days that still slit me, the wounds that still kill me. I still feel defeated, and I wish there were a way to escape this feeling of being so weak, short, dark, and incompetent. I truly wonder if there's a God to answer me when I'm no longer his tenant. I want...

The Midwife Speaks to the Child She Could Not Bring I have held the threshold open with my hands — the warm and difficult passage, the long corridor between the not-yet and the strong first cry, the letting-go the body understands before the mind does. I have caught the living from the dark so many times the dark has lost its strangeness — it is...

Inside me, all is sky: in the unfathomed vastness the echo of a crow spreads, words and moods are stray breezes searching for a harbor in which to fade, an amniotic silence. I keep the memory of a remote sea, sweet with silver, stirred by a nervous, shifting moon; and within me awakens a blue pain that once was frost but does not fade: and so, here...

However it cooled between us, let it begin again. Show me the room in you that I was welcome in again. Your shoulder shrugs my hand off like a coat in April, so I pocket both hands, fold all my wanting in again. I ration tenderness now like sugar in a war year, afraid to offer what will not be taken in again. We used to talk until the candle...

"What am I?" I wonder. I wonder if I am even a man. I do not know. I only know that I feel defeated— to the marrow of my bones, to the depth of my soul, to the furthest corners of my heart and mind, as though a piece of me has quietly died. I remember writing once: "I must learn not to want what blooms without me." Yet the ache remains, rooted...

The silent nights drape themselves around me slowly engulfing me in a chokehold as I drift away into a hallway its walls adorned with my mistakes I stand in front of each display, trying to interpret how I have managed to disappoint everyone who has ever loved me At the end of the hallway, I see a portrait a list of my dreams as a kid with...

Dear Brad, I'm sorry I'm late. I was busy through your last days. I'm sorry I didn't check. After failing June, after a clean May, I crawled back to the songs YouTube would recommend— "Here Without You," and then the comments. What I read there, I still can't bear. I really thought you'd live. I believed miracles could happen. I knew it was...