You cannot seek to define me... if you don't know me completely
Dear letters, I plead your forgiveness. I had become a robot of duties and endeavors: an academic philistine who had forgotten about your beauty. Allow me not to feel estranged by you, but embraced by your power of conception. Mind you, you were never forgotten, you were just sometimes overlooked. Despair knocked on my … Continue reading Dear letters
I stuck out the hovel of my unshaven legs It burnt: The profane glass slowly caressing my skin. The teared remains of my flesh Succumbing to the dust in the ground It was pleasant, at first. Being caressed. Seldom it had the power to transform into a daffodil And the caressing lasted longer. … Continue reading The betrayal
A rendition to Immanuel Kant's views on art as established in the early nineteenth century, including a mesh of his views with my own on how art can be corrupted throughout the twenty-first century as well. Enjoy.
His voice had forsaken His speechless mouth Destined for greatness But inclined to the incompetent Soul of his attitude Your majesty’s greatest honor Was rather his mind In times of battle Eras of built confrontations Deaths of arduous nations And feasts of the uniformed men’s blood An empire beheld him, All who longed … Continue reading Bertie
A critique towards the most materialistic magazine in the underdeveloped country that I live in, The Dominican Republic.
With almost a flat open I still could not see The words in the letter Bestowed upon me Seldom had I yearned to be At the peak of staggering mountains For I often found myself In hollow valleys Of dry, echoing lands An invisible thirst to cherish And be cherished: The bastard hidden … Continue reading The letter
In honor of Maya Angelou's birthday, here is my adaptation of one of her most widespread poems.
With eyes that gazed At the reachable circumstances Yet unreachable for I have made them I lurked And lurked Expecting life’s arrival Until I lurked no more For the luxury of passing-time Is one that cannot be salvaged. Had I learned not to lurk --But to reach-- At my lovers Without fear of being … Continue reading To reach
I will publish a series of excerpts on the story of this rather eccentric woman, here is my introductory one. Enjoy!