Poetry is an important form of human and literary expression. Though not applicable to all areas of the topic, poetry is often an art of limitations. Haiku forces writers to become creative with syllables,...
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Pi.
3.14.
3.1459.
3.14159265358979.
3.14159265358979323846264338327…
Alas, despite my best efforts, even I must fall into the same trap. The pain of Pi is apparent to me, and yet...
The aged wood creaked under my feet as I walked onto the porch. The fresh paint of the front walls was beautifully layered and mixed, below which lay termite dust and bird scat. I reached under the mat,...
I hold a different face for every person I meet. Smiles peel from sneers and earnestness sheds into timidity. I glide from person to person, none knowing the fangs I bare. If they do, it would be their...
Requiem (Petey) (pt.1)
Christmas is here
That time of the year
For happiness and cheer
Families full of smiles and laughter
How could they not
That Christmas magic is in the air
Or at least...
Oh, how I loathed the heat.
The days of February signaled the end of peace, at least for me. When layers gave way to skin, ice became sweat, and numbness grew to feeling.
Humanity vaunts itself as...
My father has the fullest face of hair out of anyone I’ve ever seen. He picks me up onto his shoulders, and my hands grasp at his face instead of his head. My mother scolds me, but he laughs deep from...
I rushed to the airport gate for São Paulo. I held my breath, my face getting hot. I sat down and folded on a bench as I covered my head with my jacket. In this makeshift tent, I slowly inhaled and exhaled...
My papa used to call my ma Hermosa.
The day I was brought to the world the first words everyone said was how Hermosa I was.
While everything I thought in life was Hermosa.
Life was not always...
Tonight’s dinner felt like the choke-holding grip of a melon fruit’s skin. Entangled by rigid webs, only to protect the vibrancy that lies within. I glanced at the glassed-top dinner table, entranced...
I pick up a case of sparkling water that was on sale.
I grab some yogurt,
a block of dark chocolate,
fruits,
veggies,
a few ‘clean’ proteins,
and a couple of snacks.
I come home...
It was three of us. On a summer day, the day was burning and the ravenous hunger made Leslie, Wendy, and I eat the salty Lay’s. It was not an ordinary Lay’s, being Mexican Americans we liked customizing...
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