Imagine
Imagine being afraid to falterbecause you’re watchedand people might mock in laughter being afraid to live,trapped in the desire to please afraid to love,in case you attract vulturesor get your
Category: Poetry
Find Your River
Blue is for rivers,curving tortuous paths betweenthe ill-shaped igneous rocks. Red is for land,purple the background. On the map, a plenitude of names—more of places,of people,a myriad of entities squeezed
When I Find Love
The face of love will shine so bright,Its radiance will be dazzling white.The eyes of love will look at me—The look, my broken heart will heal. The hand of love
Atlantic’s floor
Littered with memories of vile imbecility;and of bravery.Of interrupted lineages and the restless bonesof seized men who never saw their wives again. It amazes me how that ocean can be
The hand of God?
A tragic crash, a shocking scene—A very preventable loss.I have been left to wonder,was it the hand of God? When is it the plan of God,the pain men serve their
Twenty-six years of marriage to a pedophile
I’m here like everyone else.Like my husband, Santana,who dumped my carcass in the lakeand reported me missing. See the coldness that coats his heart. That day, I walk in and
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The Giveaway
He’s talking to the door he slammed,so you must understand he doesn’twant a complete shut-off—not the kind of permanence of death,the limitless infinity of shimmering sea watersthat become riversand then
High Water
The bastard was fathered by the chief’s first son,So we know why the palace delays his slaughter. The empty buckets carried for heads by the peopleWe’re afraid to call out…Our
Petrified
I read your letter, child.And I think you’re just afraid. Afraidof being seen withand being seen by. AfraidOf starting off too early and starting off too lateOf moving on too
Broken
Broken people sit on thrones as kingsand in gutters as drunken men –who piss on themselves and diss you when you pass by.How can you take this personal? Broken souls