We, the Poets If only to sustain this one verse, with the brooding seam, with a free mind and an open heart, we become the men wading rivers upstream, if only to be alive, as we had never been before—I will bleed unto thee this…

We move around Without knowing Where to go We move because We know We MUST GROW!   -Angelica Villarruel

Let’s get one thing out of the way: the dance is eternal. Now that that’s cleared up, I would like to advise you on the particulars of your participation. We cover certain moves in this class. We do things considered acceptable within the boundaries of…

Whether you have too little or too much stuff depends on the amount of boxes packed and the time spent packing, sometimes even on the time you have to pack. Theory of relativity is rarely as obvious as when you need to move your possessions…

Sweat, pain, and tears. Anger, hatred, and fears. Cast out amongst the throng. No end in sight.   Questions of self worth are brought to light.   Boxes, bags, assorted crates. Tables, chairs, and bed frames. No money for gas. No place to live.  …

I want to be a brazen criminal I want to steal you away with my words Nibble vowels on your neck Drip adjectives on your lips Take you to a place you have never been before My dearest reader I want to rock your world…

The anticipation of how to set up the new place Color schemes Is the furniture I have now gonna work where I’m going? Do i just want to start over? Sending emails about empty printer paper boxes to use to store the tangibles of my…

awakened from a deep slumber, my mind still drifting caught myself in what could be a distant revelry spinning around in a vast ocean of swirling neon hues feeling as though I was being sucked up to a strange world living inside these pastel dreams….

Everyday, there’s a baby I meet online. He’s nearly a year old and has yet to learn to walk.  His mother’s worried. She fears there’s something wrong with his legs.  I think he’s too heavy but, of course, I won’t tell her that.  He isn’t…

I asked people to burn for me The flames asked if they had purpose to burn, And I blew them out for asking. True fire lives without a single question It knows only to burn.