Sep 30, 2021Member-onlyTengo AlasAuto-poema — Poema1 min readPoema1 min readPhoto by Zdeněk Macháček on UnsplashTengo AlasAuto-poema----
Published in vocES en Español·Aug 29, 2021Member-onlyMatildeUn poema — Esa sonrisa, que también es la mía, no la veía hacía mucho. Te veo en blanco y negro. Sentada en el suelo frío junto a tu hijo mayor. Tu silueta, inapreciable. El color de tu cabello, opaco. Nunca había visto a aquella mujer alta y rubia que enamoró a aquel…Poesia1 min readPoesia1 min read
Published in History of Yesterday·Jan 16, 2021Member-onlyThe Secluded Life of Emma WolvertonA.K.A. Deborah Kallikak from the Kallikak Family — Emma Wolverton was a simple woman trapped in institutions throughout her life. She was born in 1889 in an almshouse in Vineland, New Jersey. Her father, an alcoholic bankrupt, had abandoned her mother, Malinda, when she got pregnant. A charitable family rescued Malinda, offering her work at their house, where…History6 min readHistory6 min read
Published in Polyglot Poetry·Oct 4, 2020Member-onlyHáblame / Talk to MeSpanish and English Poem — Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published in The Creative Cafe·Jul 25, 2020Member-onlyFor the First Time EverA Poem — Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published in ILLUMINATION·Jul 24, 2020Member-onlyBaseball is Back!A Poem About Baseball — Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published in Polyglot Poetry·Jun 27, 2020Member-onlyMi Mayor Añoranza/My Greatest LongingSpanish and English Poem — Spanish Es triste saber que no hablamos el mismo idioma. Que los besos que yo añoro, tú los aborreces. Que el cariño que te doy tú lo archivas como historia, y el amor que por mi sientes, lo desfavoreces. Sé que tus expresiones de amor son diferentes y que dentro de…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published in The Creative Cafe·Jun 22, 2020Member-onlyYour Smiling EyesA Poem — Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published in ILLUMINATION·Jun 16, 2020Member-onlyWhen Your Psychologist Leaves Practice and You Feel LostOn the relationship between psychologist and patient. — I started to see my psychologist about two and a half years ago, at a particularly traumatic time in my life. He had treated my daughter for several years by then, and she was comfortable with him. She called him by his first name. So I did the same. …Mental Health4 min readMental Health4 min read
Published in Polyglot Poetry·Jun 14, 2020Member-onlyLa Noche Mágica / The Magical NightSpanish and English Poem — Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
