Category: Poetry

Creaking Before the Chomping The creaking in the deep crake. Where does it begin? Deep from within, I think. It stops when I do. How soon to be you for a day? Tell me with candy in your mouth. Chomping and chomping, until you stomp out the flavor. Bursting Arrive in your best uniform, ironed…

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Crisscrossing back and forth, across the hardened landscape, swollen feet, numbed ankles, and cut up fingers, from now on we will not travel so far at night. By the light of the sun, when the crunching under our shoes begins, we feel the power, striking down invisible unwanted energies. Returning to our land, my people…

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Dipping my hand into the water, too opaque to see what is at the bottom, still willing to go deeper and deeper to get to the core. It’s the center of it that keeps me going, that propels me forward, even through the terror of the unknown and the screams ringing in my ears from…

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Oh, how you buzz near my ear, pesky little thing in my life when I’m trying to relax. A complete nuisance, not small enough to ignore, and what an ugly little thing you are. Beyond any kind of purposeful meaning, you are too annoying to keep alive, but first I must find you again. Oh,…

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The dotted line appeared in the morning light. It stayed for a while, growing thicker. A little burden to me. The dotted line appeared when night arrived. It morphed into a red splat. An intrusion into my room with intentions. Keeping still and watching me. Feeling too reserved to be a comfort. It moved when…

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Relevant maybe, but I’m related to a man named Sebastian, an ancestor of mine who once owned land, grew crops and hid a cowboy who had killed another man for drinking his cup of whiskey. Not that I don’t think he matters today or the men he helped along the way, but compared to you…

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The prickling and the tingling, of my overworked legs, like a little lost dog on the corner with a red collar and a dog tag with the name scratched off that has run for days. If you see me darting behind the bushes to get away from you and find relief by myself, don’t snicker…

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Open it, open it wide, wider and wider, not wide enough, even more as the wrinkly body inside flourishes. The layers, the ones neglected pulsating out and in, in and out, further out and less in, the expansion gaining momentum with every contraction. Close it, close it now, a little tighter, even more, a final…

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In the dark, night after night, I sat, uncomfortably, on the chair, the bars digging into my back.  The minutes could not be counted. There were too many, perhaps thousands or millions, it was only the absence of influence that was certain.   Deeper into the night, I closed my eyes, and invited the brightness…

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Maybe, the beauty of it is within, the substance I’ve never seen before, touched it, tasted it, or felt it brush against me. No, it has not come to me, the detachment, a flower ripped from its roots you can’t see beneath the soil. Yes, the inner strength deep within the twisting, the force that…

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This is my body in the hospital bed. It will not be awake, nor will it be sleeping, somewhere between a dream and nightmare. This is my face with tired eyes. They will not see clearly, objects will be blurry, forcing me to look elsewhere. This is my neck wanting to be scratched. It will…

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From the moment I was born, I knew, I recognized my mother’s face and my father’s toxicity pumped through my veins, thicker than blood. I tried to extract it and still something triggered change from deep within, and over time I grew accustomed to pain in the dark. From the moment I got closer, I…

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The one alone, sitting in the corner, imagining something better for himself, ask how old am I? Give me an answer, scream it if you have to in a different tongue, mouth wide open. From where you linger, to your shadow on the wall, getting closer to ignorance and resistance, with no hesitation, how far…

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