spark

a stroke of green shadow timelapse windy glaze flickers a nimble leaf in the jungle thorns exist among thorns people hover a pole among the hook an insect stuffed with poison ready to be consumed coincidence of misfortune a world shook rediscovered killer of hope looms crawl into a shipyard open the crate's rusty door …

Generation(s) of Resilience

  a soul, prophetic, slight hint of pathetic Is the damn War over? my only concern these hours   I fear mystery beyond madness I hear aftermath filled of silence mental, physical tremors of nothing   a grandmother weeps for her daughter a family lost it’s first child born healthy a nation greaves for it’s …

A Road Unforgotten (Pt.1)

  An introduction to this world is never given Only the strong will survive, they say Remaining will be nothing but perfection They say, words of judgment for days   Please, remain—try to refrain from Tying your shoe string to your tongue Refrain with joy Sometimes we don’t need such a tug In these times …

In the Beginning (Sample: Chapter 1)

The great news is that I've been in the process of writing a short fictional novel. Novel deals with race and love; dives into ideas about Machismo and being culturally different. Shit got me so excited that I need to share a fraction! Here it is; enjoy!! ------------------------------------------------------------- The world is one hell of a …

Clogged Ears

You’re only a problem:   When there’s too many of “you” alive             “Dam Mexican, get out of here!”             “Who invited the beaner?!”             “Better dead than not know English!”   When you feel weak because strength hasn’t fully befriended you             You survived 5 major relationships            You were …

The Child

Society: “The night continues, my thoughts turn to music. I am tortured By seductive waves of uninterrupted felines crawling up my spine Clawing at my flesh, like birds on a falling stick shrub. The river Immerses the words coming out of my closed mouth. - My lips quiver with fear, with happiness, with thoughts Of …

My Oak Friend

I close my eyes Picturing the tower-sized oak tree— I was ten then, Sleeping on a sheet of grass. I proceed, Picking up where my dreams left off, I slide into my cocoon I call heaven. = With my eyes closed, I walk back and forth, Lifting my chin up Pointing to the skies. I’m …