I am a huge fan of gothic literature. It's been awhile for me to have read a good fictional text. The last one I had read was Carmilla, another vampire piece. I was fascinated by it, and wanted to find something similar. Background Blood of the Vampire, written in 1897, doesn't take the usual stance [...]
You birthed four children, but you really had eight, my brothers, sister, and I. We called you our second mother. I remember when Ruben dropped a brick on my head, and you made it better by giving me a cup of soda. You would always give us sweets and even as we got [...]
Please don’t be like lightning You came by so quickly, so intense, and so bright But, I’m afraid: just as fast as you came, you will go And, there, you will leave me in the darkness.
9.10.15: It seems I’m filling a void of hunger. With whip creme and iced speckles of caramel. With a lover’s kiss and tainted lips. With a friend’s laughter. and only is it bearable. With horror flicks and corny scripts. With morning asanas, and I’m only a bit stable. I don’t think it’ll end. I think [...]
Poetry Challenge VI You cleaved them from the stem and tied them at the end with my velvet red ribbon. You formed a bow then hung them above my throw. So, before I sleep I find words of yours I wish to keep but, before I am taken I realize I am vacant. With your [...]
Poetry Challenge V Homemade tortillas. Warm. Buttery. Filling. I miss them. Just as much as I miss the way I used to feel: Warm. Buttery. Filling. Loved.
An essay by Natalie Desantiago About: Who are alchemists? What is alchemy? A brief history of Alchemy. How alchemists form a folk group. Folklore of alchemists. I recall unpleasant summer evenings in my stifled room: unpleasant because the arid air seemed to snatch away my breath, unpleasant because I didn’t want to leave my room to face my [...]
Poetry Challenge VI Like the ragweed, I’m torn from the ground and thrown aside.
Poetry Challenge III Summer rain reminds me of winter evenings, and there my happiness lies.
Poetry Challenge III I often find myself running in circles Exhausting the path; ragged and worn out heels. I’ve been trapped in a water wheel: I can’t seem to get past this hurdle Underwater: spinning and repeating I’m wandering. But, where am I going?