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This Isn’t a Break
It’s crazy how many things are not me.I don’t fly south as the seagull above me does.While sitting outside, I can admire the seagull’s sense of direction.I have also learned to hate the species as much as the locals.I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be a part of something.Learning what animals are ok to […]
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She Texted Him
She texted himI have never been a good illustrator,Never have I seen a face and caught its essence on paper,But I never aspired to be good either.☁️ ☁️ ☁️ I’m good with words, or so I’m told.I can be as brief or as long as I want with concepts.But that is all they are, concepts.☁️ […]
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Pancakes & Wine
Pancakes and wine.Germany was so nice.Pancakes and wine.It was all we needed at the time. My friends always feed me dinner,They love a feast and enjoy a drink.After five years without seeing them,I arrived in Mannheim to the famous pancakes and the addition of wine. This poem is an oath to simple things like pancakes […]
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The Immigrant’s Journey
There is a blind spot in every eye,There is an immigrant walking by.There is a past unseen by every human passing.When you are crossing the streets, do you hear different languages? Can you make out conversations? Or are we all just passing by? In Greek mythology, Orpheus couldn’t look back. Myths always have clear rules […]
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Hangover
‘I’m so over drinking.’My boyfriend responds, ‘you say that now.’I turn around, and I have nothing to say.I give him this look, and so he laughs.He had to go to work. I didn’t want him to leave.I could hear him complain about his headache all day.I think ‘water’ once he leaves ME to face me.Awaiting… A […]
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Memory
That pose looked like a memory in the process of making.The person turned around and interrupted what they were doingTo pay attention to what the other person was saying. In my mind, I unpacked the obscure scene in slow motion.I had let my subjective impression stick around until I got to the page.
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The Bath
Two water bottles, a reflection remains. On a white wall, they overlap, but their contents don’t meet just yet. My bath is drawn, my body meets liquid form. How can I feel warm and untouched at the same time? There is a gap on the drain, now less water remains. I can see my skin […]
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Nam
Gently holding a mosquito in my hands.‘What am I doing?’ I think,‘Back in the day, I would have killed the bastard thing.’It would have prevented my family and me from getting a mosquito-transmitted disease. Most wish they could live in the tropical.My friends and I joke over the phone:‘How is Nam?’‘How are those flashbacks going?’This […]
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Shades of Green
As I see the grass getting greener,I hold this grudge against time.On the other side of the hemisphere,Natural light doesn’t hit as this one does.Different shades of green,That is, in my mind’s eye,I see different shades of green.Conditioned now to think in stations,Spring becomes the same old saying:‘The grass is always greener on the other […]
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Cold
I’m no little grasshopper.I learn, but I’m not learning. Houston smells like pine floor cleaner.Spain smells like dry leaves,and England is a mix between musk and dust. ‘She is so little,’ some say.Most say at some point. I hear them. Venezuelan houses smell like food and wood cleaner.Sometimes granite cleaner or simply like granite floor. […]