Why are bathrooms in New York always cold? In winter, even the bathroom supplies huddle under the sink, and are of no use. Not that big of a problem to those with warm bathrooms and hot towels but just think about it— what’s worse than pulling down your pants bladder about to burst, and thatContinue reading “Lady’s Lament”
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You may find her in the heart of an island out at sea, giant leaves fanning her, little nymphs at her feet and when you find her you may bow to her, sing her songs, give her treats tokens she holds forever even after you leave, because you know you are destined to leave, toContinue reading “Kalypso”
Slut Queen Dreams
for Leslie King I Hey tickle tickle, the snail and the pickle The rat meows in bed. The street kitty barks, a rabid delight And the snail crawls all over it’s head! II One, two, “I like you.” Three, four, “Clothes on the floor.” Five, six, “Got nude pics?” Seven, eight, “He comes, you wait.”Continue reading “Slut Queen Dreams”
What Ever Happened to the Meatpacking District?
You listen to classical music and to the cars which seem to carry the melodies of Moonlight Sonata right before your very ears. Even the construction workers beat in time. You remember a time that seems not so long ago, the goofy glasses from New Years Eve in year 2000, which seem ancient now alongContinue reading “What Ever Happened to the Meatpacking District?”
I come to your house looking for you but find only your middle child seeking visions. I call you by your given name. You do not come out. The doors are unlocked and a mangey bird sits by the window you left open. It says, Camp out overnight! for surely the man enamored by darknessContinue reading “El Vampiro”
Peck on you, Rosa where are you anyway? two missed phone calls & the passing of days Ready to hurt yourself? Ready to hurt yourself again? Honey, don’t fall in love is really what he meant. That little avant guard-ista tasty like a pizza winsome winds beneath her coattails, and charm like starry-eyed minnows inContinue reading “Love Note”
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 aContinue reading “Motion”
“The Blessing” Live @ Bowery Poetry Club
Words and lyrics by Virginia Valenzuela. Music by the Bowery Trio. All rights reserved.
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. AndContinue reading “Chapter Two”
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 canopyContinue reading “The Breakfast Monologues”