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Category: Poetry
Flee Moon
Based on Ballad of the Moon, Moon by Federico García Lorca Flee, Moon! Flee! Flee! There’s danger coming, can’t you see? Glazed eyes reflecting the gentle light of the pale woman before him, Antonio takes hold of her shoulders, fistfuls of her white robe spilling between his knuckles.
Some Thoughts on my Van Gogh Poem
I uploaded a blogpost a few days ago. It’s a poem I wrote, months ago by now, about Van Gogh painting Starry Night. I see him, painting the beautiful sky he wishes he could see. Granted, I’m hardly in a position where I can consolidate Mr. Van Gogh’s intentions or thought processes, but as a writer I’m in exactly the right position to imagine as much, even project a little of myself into the painter, much like Lee Israel, who wrote countless (well, actually someone counted: 400) forged letters, using her skills as a writer to project a believable and relevant version of the person whom she sought to replicate. Somehow, I could see him clearly.
The Artificial Light of Van Gogh’s Starry Night
In all but the empty cathedral, whose windows remain unlit, villagers bustle with activity despite the twilight. The pub to stay open all night, but for the children in the cottages the day is past its climax.
I Believe in Magic
I believe in magic. Perhaps not the type we’re used to hearing about. No matter how much I swish and flick my magic wand, I haven’t succeeded in making anything float. …yet. There’s another sort of magic that I believe in… one that’s not as simple to explain. But given the fact that I’m writing about it, this wouldn’t be very interesting to read if I didn’t try.
Black and White
I’m not cynical, I just know the way the world works. I’m not a pessimist, I’m a realist. Why bother, they wonder, to hope?
Sabrina Parra Díaz 