Deconstruction Site

How many times do we take
the leap before we realize
we’ve jumped in too deep

How many times do we stop
to realize we need to
protect our insides

How many times does this heart
have to break; this love,
you too shall take

He was the one healing
the deepest scar,
the wound he created,
only to tear it open
as he twists the knife
churning everything
inside of me

What Happened To Her

What is she doing up there on the stage,
graduating with a masters in IT
when she should have graduated with Anthropology,
with Archaeology,
with Egyptology as her focus?

And why is she pregnant,
and with a child,
when she didn’t want kids to begin with,
when she wanted to be an explorer,
when she was going to sit among the pyramids.

Where did those dreams go?
She has tears in her eyes,
she may be sorrowful,
and wondering the same thing.

She may be full of regrets,
but I hope she is happy
with where she is
and who she is with.


This is part two of the writing prompt from the poetry workshop with Carlos Andres Gomez. The prompt is to look at the celebratory moment as if you are watching as a bystander in a different era. For reference, check the first poem in the writing prompt here: https://coffee-shop-sessions.com/2020/07/02/this-is-our-moment/

Train to Nowhere [with audio]

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The clock ticks in desperation to move us along, to where we belong.

Our eyes remain forward, no longer looking back.

The man in seat 2B sobs with tears streaming down his face. He’s left his life in his old place.

I soak in the faces of passengers around me, stern looks all around.

All longing for company, for answers that can’t be found.

Looking over my shoulder, the train across the way has the answers.

The lady in the window seat blows me a kiss; she has what we all have missed.

Looking behind me, the cold faces tell me I should leave.

The conductor denies my plea: this is the wrong ticket, I belong on the other train, you see.

As the train departs the station, I rise to bang on every window and door to set me free.

The whistle continues to blow. No one helps. Nothing budges. I’m stuck on a train to nowhere.

The train arrives at our destination. Heaps of garbage as far as the eye can see as flocks of seagulls swarm overhead.

This, this is where the train of life has led me.


Based on the opening scene of Stardust Memories.

The Raging Heart

The very machine that gives life
could easily take mine away

The piercing from exhaustion
punctures my living, my breathing

Every bodily function is affected
as I reach my hand towards the pulsing and thumping
racing through my chest

I don’t want this to be how I end
I can’t let my kids see their mother this way
I hold on tight to life as my chest tightens

I sit,
I breathe,
and I let it pass

For this too shall pass