We met at last year’s carnival, our time thrill rides and cotton candy. You left me spinning, rotting on a board, pinned by your knives of detachment.
Carnival Ride by Nolcha Fox
We met at last year’s carnival, our time thrill rides and cotton candy. You left me spinning, rotting on a board, pinned by your knives of detachment.
(Publicado en Subalternas) Ilustración por Alejandro Cuervo @comrayo_ Me ha costado mucho escribir, repensar y decidirme finalmente a entregar este texto. Sostuve por días la [more…]
En la prepa le decían el Chilaquiles y siempre andaba desvelado y ojeroso; aunque sabíamos que no le gustaban las fiestas ni beber alcohol, solo [more…]
sunsets are to remind youof an impending night so bluea night that’s never been betterwith you, we created together; ’bout love, through daylightthat never lasted to the night,’bout love, through sunshinethat hated, cold summer rain. when will love be, truly evernot only through the better,nor just for the still wind, butalso for the gust of […]
Do you remember that first week in Taipei when we went to Caroline’s party? It was during the super typhoon, and all the schools were shut, and we guzzled beer in the kitchen, and I said, “We should go outside.” And your eyes glistened, and the dark rain beat against the windows, and we pulled […]
by Simona Prilogan Life in water, sparkling and soft, organic soul extending hope,Breathing the oxygen of love, the healer eye of mother earth.A mirror of the starlit skies, faithful, revolving true rebirth,Flowing its streams through cracked wounds, by trice of zest and horoscope. My name is water, spanning force, creatively reflecting blue,Shaping emotions in my […]
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Ouch…wow …👏👏👏
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Impactful 🌹
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On target. Thank-you Nolcha Fox!!!
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A very touching poem.
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