A Love Poem to Poetry
Sticky stuff of cadence and rhyme,
repeated by humankind since vowels and consonants
first combined as stories passed from
fires to phones, stubbornly persist.
Triptych
Sixteen Remember feeling invincible. Indestructible. The cautions of elders slid off your ears, unheard. Carlos Hernandez, of the indigenous Guatemalan […]
The Stroke of His Pen
I’m too bone weary to keep doing this work over and over again, when it’s so easily undone by a […]
Sea of Beige
by Jeeni Criscenzo June 2018 When his red t-shirt fades, in the desert sun, to blend into this sea of […]
Coming Together – Falling Apart
Is it all coming together, or all falling apart? I can’t tell anymore. I came with love, but can’t find […]
The Miracle
The Miracle By Jeeni Criscenzo, Jan. 20, 2017 The face in the mirror was astonishing! Visibly aged from the face […]
Sleepless
I have not actually slept since that long night when astonished reporters went off script, as we watched one incomprehensible […]
Convergence at the Border
Marching side by side, two by two staying on the sidewalk,as the legal observers advised.Chanting something that feels determined.It didn’t […]
Sore Loser
Sore losers! you sneer, because they question the way the game was played? Cheaters! they cry, because it just doesn’t […]
Traumatized
The first time I was accused of being a privileged white woman, I was defensive. I tried to explain all […]