To dream of a past where groups danced and the band played on all night. She stared up at the ceiling and saw visions of wet sand and bongo drums. To dream. To dream. Oh she could taste the raspberry dreams. They were sweet, sticky, and sumptuous. She […]
She paused in front of the dumpster. She often took this back alley because of this very reason. She wanted to see hopes and broken dreams laid out so earnestly. When you see people’s hanging photographs or artwork no one ever says they represent what once was. But […]
Two empty lemonhead boxes under the pillow A bladder full of borrowed tears Dreaming of lollipops and popsicles Spinning on tiered goals of marzipan A belly full of ache Shards underneath weathered feet Candyman needs to pass out more sugar And frosted eyes need to stop wishing for […]
Pinpricks Blood drops Tears Heart avalanche Clawing Crawling out An extended hand Dampened dreams Frozen hopes Shivering wishes Frostbite Piercing Hives Sharpened fears Waiting for the sun to rise Burn off the frost
I used to have very vivid dreams. A long time ago I dreamt I was eating a burger and I woke up mid-dream with my hands in burger-holding formation. That was amazingly intense especially since back then I didn’t eat meat. I woke up that day wondering if […]
You’re having a moment A breaking point of sorts You killed her dream Or rather Her dream died upon your demise Dreams come and go, but To dream is divine She needs to dream, but Your tragedy is my ceiling A dreamslayer, an auctioneer Darkness is your highest […]
Growing up I was not a big fan of Disney movies. I never really got into some of the ridiculous aspects of waiting for a prince to come. I grew up in the South Bronx and I readily, immediately knew I had to save myself. Well, that is […]
We have entered the final stretch of the year that has been. December has marked the end of the year and the start of wintertime since ancient Romans solidified their first calendar. December can be beautiful when the snowfall first starts. And it can be dirty, mushy […]
“There’s only one place at a time where eyes can be” Growing up in a Puerto Rican household, with a very superstitious mother, meant that I carefully monitored my dreams. And, by that I mean the nighttime movies I constructed while sleeping. My dreams were extremely […]
She was a small-town girl who wanted a big-city life. She had known this from essentially the day she was born. No one around her understood her and her desire to leave the town the second she entered the world. It was an itch. A predisposition. […]
