In my mind, this was as clear as possible, it was her speaking to me. Frankly, it was creepy and exciting: she was fascinated with death and now she was on the other side of the curtain, and able to speak her words long after her body had decayed.
Category: Poetry
How does one read Emily Dickinson?
Because, the truth is, poetry is awesome. To be more specific, Emily Dickinson is AWESOME. And I pinky promise you don't need to be able to identify meter or have intimate knowledge of the nineteenth century to enjoy her poetry.
[Revised] It’s Always Spring for the Juniper Tree
Revised
Based on the Grimm brother's fairytale: The Juniper Tree.
to prevent asphyxiation i breathe only water
it makes my lungs soggy like fingertips in a bath
and it’s hard to get a good breath from a water fountain
but the library has showers for that girl who should have dropped a class
if i inhale to the capacity of my ribs i can sit in the front row
so long as i don’t smile
(there are cracks between our teeth after all)
lived and died a step away
I didn't whip the egg whites
so the pancakes aren't as fluffy as you like
but try it with peanut butter, trust me it's better than syrup
What You Don’t See
Visual Poem
Be kind. There's a lot you don't see.
...but it's not all bad.
It’s Always Spring for the Juniper Tree
as on the winding streets of Medellín.
God gave life and the Devil gave death
and the Juniper Tree got whatever was left.
Fancy Unicorn Socks
Glitter we know is a bomb much like sand, once you partake there is no place to hide
(I guess that is why it is so often banned)
Getting the Worm
Waking up is kind of great.
Deciduous Leaf
Highways of moisture peel in from the city center.
The bridge connecting the green tear to its mother and siblings
lets the single worker hang, lost in the swarm.
It pays scoops of sunlight to be a strand of hair on a healthy head.
Sabrina Parra Díaz 