Category: Poems
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My body knows it’s coming I know because each vertebra Shouts: “Crack!” As I drop down Surrendering like a swan Into my rag-doll yoga pose…
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Desperté con el sonido que hace la barra de acero cuando abren el portón de enfrente. Y salieron a borbotones Desesperadas y libres las lagrimas…
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One day when I can no longer go on this is what I want to say to new friends: “I am back from the…
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I’m a pacifist and I’m angry. Those two terms are not mutually exclusive. If you are a woman of color who has something to say…
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I have indeed Encountered evil In the holiest of places. Gnashing of teeth Fueled by fear By the faithful to a gospel They personally Not…
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Half-Glass-Empty The Struggle of the Cautioned Pessimist Eyes strained Looking Forced to find substance in emptiness It draws near Too close, and comfortable To recognize…
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This one screen shot inspired the title of the poem. The video is a must see. He danced on the cross To the rhythm…
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i’m a melting icicle giving away all of me pouring my waters on heated, and cold, and dry concrete not more solid me. i hardened…
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How many poems never make it onto paper? Exciting rush of words that fill up and Quickly vanish if not recorded. It is a task…
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This post is an interpretive work of a cross-cultural experience, it is not meant to make educational or religious statements to be considered right or…
Dra. Teresita 