Every Sunday the Knight walks the Princess to the train Her gait soft like a penumbra His legs light like fire. Every Sunday, the Knight walks the Princess to the station, she always makes him wait. He waits gladly. She waves a wand her eyelash; he sings into her ear. She rewards him. Within aContinueContinue reading “Motion”
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Speak (for Octavio Paz)
You spoke of a city brimming with unspoken reality dusty skulls shimmering in forgetfulness exposed by the darkness of memory. You spoke of prayers that forgot their meaning reminding us that words are only as potent as the sound in the mouths that say them— but even sound itself can be silent. You spoke ofContinueContinue reading “Speak (for Octavio Paz)”
The Crisis
Hark!— The subway trains are toast packed to the brim with some of the most imbecilic trolls. Hands and feet in between the closing doors. Priority seats taken up by twenty-something-year-olds. And countless homeless souls begging greedy pockets for a quarter. We have a courtesy crisis on our hands! And no enforcement to behold. OnlyContinueContinue reading “The Crisis”
“The Blessing” Live @ Bowery Poetry Club
Words and lyrics by Virginia Valenzuela. Music by the Bowery Trio. All rights reserved.
Chapter Two
Shall I compare the beginning of my new life To a box full of lightbulbs? A bundle Of firewood one buys in late summer? What I am trying to say: I am coated in darkness. But I have Potential. I am barricaded by my own self But I am at least well put together. AndContinueContinue reading “Chapter Two”
He Says
I’ve been fighting a lunatic A ludicrous maker of little white lies An avid fantasizer of little legs, And Bambi eyes, with shallow heads * He says he can give me everything I say, make me a better woman Because I’m sickened by my diet Because I’m silenced by ignorant ears Because I’m different inContinueContinue reading “He Says”
The Breakfast Monologues
Blue, Red, Cream, and Silver Sensation cut into slivers Mingling at the tip of a spoon. I lick my lips and my taste buds quiver Maddened by that handsome bliss That triggers the most rapturous tune. The trick, I hear, is to take it bite by bite. Sunday mornings I sit out in the canopyContinueContinue reading “The Breakfast Monologues”
Luna de Sombra
Green, enchanting green, How I long for you to appear How I long for you to pick me up And empty me of my tears. Green, such loving green, How I desire to feel your pain How I desire to wash it over me So I’d forget what I can’t explain. * Two sisters sitContinueContinue reading “Luna de Sombra”
The Humble Gentleman
A gentleman, smooth, and sultry like earnest winds; his melody swivels: volcanic and flexible. He opens his mouth only to thaw. Banned at the peach pit, molding himself to fit into humble tunnels that shudder in the daylight. His little man…he lassoed the sun. Left us to listen…until all the trumpets were gone. Waiting, waiting.ContinueContinue reading “The Humble Gentleman”
Virginia Valenzuela 