Poetry


Chop…Chop…Chop

From dawn to dusk you could hear the sound of our Father's axe. CHOP... CHOP... CHOP... filled the cabin, setting the rhythm of the day CHOP...CHOP...CHOP.... wash clothes... wash clothes... wash clothes... CHOP... CHOP... CHOP... clean rooms... clean rooms... clean...

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Unbeknownst To Us

The wind, it whispers violently The leaves, they dwindle beautifully The tree, it overlooks majestically The sun, it warms heavily The clouds, they cover partially The ocean, it soothes intimidatingly The grass, it bends lazily The flowers, they dance purposefully The...

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Prelude to a Vigil

Let the Eastern Peaks rise; Who can grow majestic trampled under countless boots? Blow westward with the wind on golden paths of sifted sand, The powdered remains of yellow bricks left forever unattended. Pay no heed to the buzzing of your tiny guides, Winged Sherpas...

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Distant Sky

Across highways of water and wind lies a mist-coated isle, where purple mountain peaks sit, perched, overseeing the rolling green hills where the cicadas sing her a song. Towering stone stairwells. The heave of her breath, air in her lungs gushing out like whirlwinds...

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Pompeii

If so, let me go into the imaginary city.   Let me wander in a trance between grief and miraculous abandonment,   where decorative walls gleam; artwork dances opposite marble.   Claw-like branches sprawl. The yellow bird turns sideways, clinging.   If the city is...

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Redbreast

When I was quite small My father sang to me About the red, Red robin Bobbin' along Teaching me That no matter how long or dark or cold Winter ends Now that I am old And he is gone I wait each year for the first robin Who I greet with great joy A sure sign of spring...

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Little Blue Clown

Guadalupe. You used to sit on her alter the alter by the round window facing east The bright siesta sun shining through its baked, white corners. Its rays illuminated Guadalupe and the mountains of flaming candle wax surrounding her Sarita would pray Every day To lift...

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Playground

The playground was my favorite place to go on Saturdays. You would take me by the hand, and we would go there together. I tried to match my stride to yours, but I was too small. Even my shadow looked so short compared to yours.   I remember running to the swings (they...

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Little Blue Clown

Guadalupe. You used to sit on her alter the alter by the round window facing east The bright siesta sun shining through its baked, white corners. Its rays illuminated Guadalupe and the mountains of flaming candle wax surrounding her Sarita would pray Every day To lift...

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Alpha-Bio Poem

2010    “Alpha-Bio Poem”    February 2 Alto range I sing this song, Burning with desire. Hold me tight oh entity Clouding in inquires. Deafening silence surrounds my home; no one dare speaks to me. Evading shadows besiege my view, empties out the memories. Fighting...

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Prose


Alice in the Pool

I would run to Alice Milton’s house after school every day—my sneakers skidding down the gravelly hill, my lungs filling with the odor of petrol as I’d turn past the old gas station, my mouth twitching with joy, knowing I was almost there. Her little white house with...

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Blind Visions

The sun streamed through the partially covered bedroom window and onto the face of Alaina Howell. She wrinkled her somewhat wide, flat nose in annoyance at the sudden warmth on her nearly round face and turned her back against the window. She snuggled deeper into the...

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The Speech – Light Prose Competition Winner

Adam punched the bag another time. There were beads of sweat pouring down his face. He had been hitting that damn bag all night and into the morning. He needed to be at his best when Evan and the forces of Eden came knocking on his proverbial door. They were less than...

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This I Believe

Zenaida R. Gonzalez This I Believe    June 6 Music. Everyone can understand it. Everyone can feel it. Whether you are deaf or not, the pulsation of the music – of the booming of the drums, of the electronically made beat boxes, of the electrifying rattling of the...

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Music Storyboarding

2010    "Music Storyboarding"    February 22   Maggie walked the empty halls; so empty that a pen cap dropping would sound as if a war were going on right in her backyard. She closed her eyes and bobbed her head to the serenity that encased her subconscious. She was...

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Anna, Undone

Anna wakes at midnight to the distant sound of heavy glass falling to the floor. She squints her eyes and they adjust to the darkness in the bedroom. Pale light filters in through the tree branches outside her window. Her body is sticky with sweat. It’s the middle of...

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Human Experiment: Marc Johnson Debate

“Sally, you go on in one and a half. Focus, girl. You’ve got this,” a woman’s voice flooded into the ear piece of a young lady. She was the kind of attractive lady that would never have to pay for a drink at the club. She had a small pocket sized mirror in the palm of...

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Fugitive

Annie stared at her daughter sitting on the floor playing with multicolored Lego’s. The little boy next to her had dirty blonde hair that fell in his face. His eyes matched his mother’s; they were sky blue. Annie looked into the sky blue eyes of the woman named Tori...

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The Mirror

Billie sits in front of the mirror. On the page in front of her she sketches the gold gilded frame. There’s the chair she sits on and the window behind her. Her own reflection; fair skin covered in sun-kissed freckles and long white scars. Blue denim coveralls over a...

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