They look at me as if my caramel color leaks all over their white pavement, tainting the ground underneath the soles of their feet. As abuelita and I speak on the phone about her new rojo bandana, they listen to me as if my Spanish words are bulleting out of my...
I saw beneath the pale moonlight On ebony sand like painted glass A most unwelcome fire’s light Whence from it came I could not guess I knew at just a passing glance What I could see as the light neared And in my vision fire danced It came to feed upon my fear...
Her branches touch what he cannot reach And, oh, the wisdom she could teach To men who hold no misogynist soul: One that belongs to a cave-dwelling troll. Her leafy exterior falls to expose her in winter But if he touches her skin, he will yelp from a splinter....
The river by my house Always reeks of decay A sickening stench, always accompanied By the droning sound of flies. I stare over the bridge, trying to see Through the murky mess of water But I know what lies underneath A vile monster, that eats things thrown...
How different would it be, If by default there was another me, Just one of many on a ribbon of infinities, Too wrapped up in a daydream full of colorful commodities. How lovely would it be, If I could change the art of sin, But life begs to differ, as time can...
I like to sit by the window in my classes But I force myself not to most of the time Because usually I find my eyes wandering Out through the window And While it’s incredibly liberating It turns out that When my eyes return from their sabbatical Class is over And I’ve...
