To My Daughter: A Letter

To My Daughter: A Letter

The first thing I noticed about you was that your eyes were not the same as mine. Not the color, nor the shape. They didn’t match your father’s either; they were your very own. You saved us an argument; the one where were we claimed the parts of you that we believed belonged to us. … Continue reading

New Guy

New Guy

You park far enough for a conversation–a long goodbye–but close enough to make sure new dude can’t pull anything that would put you on the seven o’clock news. Your mother taught you that at least. Your girl meets you at the corner; is talking up some new diet she started that week, saying that she’s … Continue reading

Belief in 20-Somethings

Belief in 20-Somethings

Belief In 20-Somethings Dreams left in lockers, Graduation’s shock still upon us. Seems school days, made us believe: “Where there’s a will there’s a way.”   But where there’s a will, tomorrow’s bill will chase it away.   They say: Make a choice to take a chance to make a change, but we’d rather stick … Continue reading

Huck and Tom, Me and You

Huck and Tom, Me and You

Dashboard Confessional Shirt, Chuck Taylors and a discreet air of rebellion, that was me when I met you, two kids with a lot of heart and a ton to prove, You asked about my Tee, I said, “Yeah, It’s from the show,” and you told me “You’ve changed,” because I didn’t ask you to go, … Continue reading

Alone

Alone

alone, looking in the mirror, alone, seeing myself clearer: seeing a version of myself, the one with the mosaic heart, the one of having been left, before anything could really start.   and there are shadows behind her eyes, my god she looks so terrified; yet slices of brightness emerge in the quiet, fireflies come … Continue reading

Free by Eunique C.

Free by Eunique C.

Free– no matter how many times I run from the fear, I feel they always catch up with me in the long run. No matter how free I look, you’re always waiting for the moment to bring me under. No matter how free I want to be you and I know that I never will be. … Continue reading

Why We Exist

Why We Exist

through words, beats, & rhythms we give our thanks givings; poetry drips from young lives’ lips, take a trip into our minds, find the reasons why we exist, why we sing hopeful songs of the street and tell you stories in madness’ midst.   it’s cus:   “we are the dreamers, waking and shaking a … Continue reading

September 11: Two Giraffes,  Two Towers, Two Girls

September 11: Two Giraffes, Two Towers, Two Girls

September eleventh, in it I see: Two ones, Two Giraffes, Two Towers, Two Girls.   Twelve years have passed, closed-eyed, they melt away, thirteen and full of dreams waking up for school, riding the bus, first class breezed by, then, second period Spanish, stopped in midair, like birds, like planes, crashing, causing chaos, they locked … Continue reading

We Lived Poetry

We Lived Poetry

We lived poetry: its rises and falls, its skipped lines and its reasons for spaces, but, despite the gaps, each time, like the ending of the line, our lives were wrapped together in the feeling that goes beyond each word, that breaks the rules of a sentence, that leaps over the stanzas, that says:   … Continue reading