PoetrySan Francisco, I Give You My Cancer By Kristina V. Ramos
The Drive My faded Volkswagen beetle waits patiently for me to wobble to it. The drive to the beach is only twenty minutes, Just enough time for all my muscles to stiffen.…
PoetryThe Drive My faded Volkswagen beetle waits patiently for me to wobble to it. The drive to the beach is only twenty minutes, Just enough time for all my muscles to stiffen.…
PoetryI was 43 before I saw swans in flight I was born raised I loved was loved am loved I carried life in my swollen belly in my grateful arms I saw…
Poetrythere is truth in her eyes, it looks like the dew after a sunrise. and there are stars in her hair, the ones that have no constellation to share. she is the…
PoetryA warm summer day and we together are in quiet reflection looking at the sea raising your arms overhead you sigh as you stretch I slip my arms around You lie back…
PoetryWhat is love to you? The way you carry the night and the lagoon in the curves of your neck is graceful, and that is worth loving, when you look at it…
PoetryBeyond the café window, snowfall plots to make the campus a canvas. Why is memory like that handful of breadcrumbs tossed to birds by a boy? And what does that boy think?…
PoetryOn my lunch break, an email pops up from my Mom where her subject line’s jazzy glee shakes me wild. I tap my touchscreen to see an x-ray of her healed clavicle…
PoetryHe snorkels in two feet of water, He sky dives from two hundred feet And has two dollars to his name. He creates his own happiness, He lives in a vision and…
PoetryBright eyes, seeing the world for the first time. Mom and Dad cry and the family welcomes you here. “There’s a lot to look forward to,” they’ll say. Plenty of tears you’ll…
Poetryheroes in headsets the most important person you will never see saving lives each day emergency dispatcher voice of nine one one
Poetrybeside the moonstreaked pond, fireflies for eyes, wearing the humble wind as gown, or shroud, or veil, knowing the darker water where the cove is concealed beneath tree umbra− witness of moon…
PoetryA path snakes over white sand reflecting high sun become a white glare− Gnarled black limbs interrupt me with the darkness of shadows.
PoetryThe press of shattered steel, glass, and other shiny modern Detritus fills him with pain unimaginable as his fingers grope For connection under the rubble. He cannot see. His heart flutters Wildly,…
PoetryIn the woods when the summer gives out a few leaves linger above the cyclone yellow dog, then, deer here. Above a ridge – an old stone foundation, and not even heard…
PoetryIvy growing out from cracks in the cinder blocks at the base of our house and down into the yard and around picnic table legs cut by my father when he still…
PoetryInside our miniature cottage deep evergreen forest white puffs swimming from crackling wood. His snore filled the abyss a charcoal blackened room. I stared out the fogged window awake as a saw-whet…
PoetryAt the age of thirty-seven, Rossini, he of the opera buffo Barber of Seville, retired to the kitchen, cannelloni alla Rossini being his most famous culinary work. Perhaps he thought he could…
PoetryThe last days of this year are like an old staircase That I don’t have to pay much attention to as it gets climbed And so I become overwhelmed by crisp air…
PoetryThere was Rumpelstiltskin Me playing the titular character You the miller’s daughter And every one of our parents’ friends was subjected After cards To that fairytale torture And Dr. Jekyll and Mr.…
PoetryCars swoosh and rumble, Past this little office space, To unknown places.