The Fog

The fog presses against my windowIt reminds me that there is a blank canvas I've yet to revisitIt reminds me that there is more to my viewThan that overview of cluttered houses and flooded streetsThe fog seems to invade my office corner, It glides around me, smoky and quietIt pleads me to restSometimes I forget [...]

Tattered

Being grounded Doesn't mean being farther From who you thought you should be [I repeat to myself] A fallen feather might not fly anymore And yet  it -writes- Help those that don't have wings [And never will] Achieve what you cannot. [The ground hits harder than the cold open air.] Quills fall apart Small, tangled, [...]

La Llamada

Todavía es la hora que sufrimos los rastros de aquella impotencia tan pesada que se generó en nuestra isla Post-María. Nuestra [Des]integrante Carmen Angélica señala esta frustración con una breve narración de ese día-a-día impotente no solo de quién necesita ayuda, sino de quién no tiene la capacidad de ofrecerla.   La Llamada -- Buenos [...]

Exit, Stage Left

Quite a few times Ive heard of a glowing red exit sign; there is a door underneath, it unlocked, unalarmed. Most times it's on the left, far from the right side of your mind. Oh it's there, we all have it. We've all seen it. We've all crossed our brain to reach it. It's there [...]

Rojas Manos

Se me enrrojecen las manos cuando brinco el escalon y no alcanzo. Se me enrrojecen las manos cuando las aprieto y no da abasto. Me tiemblan las manos de poco arte y mucho llanto. El puño aprieta la letra y se contraen mis manos, aún cuando las quiero abiertas. Se me enrrojecen las manos, livianas [...]