Category: Compositions
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city sights
we keep building highways between our homes, rearranging entrances and exits. the noise of those honking machines are getting to my head. I picture cars going through the motions of ant armies, ants carrying on their back automatic people, who ask “how are you?” and move on the automatic people are blind they can’t see:…
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the memory of second homes
I am thinking about the night you were away, how I began repapering the walls, trying to find a stitched pattern to ditch order, to find peace with the unaligned corners you kept. I am thinking about your patience in accepting me with my insanities included and forgiven; you never collected all the hugs I…
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Global Awareness & Nuclear Testing, an issue of #trust
During my first college year, I had a roommate, and though she was a young thing, she was politically aware. Every week or so, I would share my favorite English words, overwhelmed at the delicacy of language. And she, would share facts about a country I hadn’t heard of up until then. She was far more consistent…
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poem of womanhood
I have a truth to tell about last month. It was a disaster–you already know April is a cruel month dear-reader. But for a poetry fanatic like me, it was an utmost disaster, with bits of poems sprinkled on random sheets of paper and some words refusing to stick on any page. I won’t even…
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an undergraduate struggle
Rarely do I admit this, but most of my undergraduate courses don’t inspire energy. On the contrary, they rob me of energy. For 4 semesters (and one more to go), I have gone through requirement courses: general education or transfer suggestions. In general, a community college student doesn’t have freewill when it comes to courses.…
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i am a Place
The context of these images come easier to me than it does for you, dear-reader. Unless you’re reading from Great Barrington, Massachusetts, but even then, you would wonder why the context of an image matters. First, Massachusetts, I miss you, but the star of this story is Memory and Place. Second, I came to the…
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1,000 miles: step 16
With a biology test and a precalculus exam this week, it would make sense for this to be another week spent poem-less. And it will be. Right after this drafty interlude: second breath Stick a needle through my tongue, stitching your thin string, spell out your grievance: its icing so thick, it’s almost sweet. You…
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Slam: A Poetry Revived
What most people ignore about poetry is that it is ever-changing, always evolving. Long gone are the days of rigid and complex text as norm for poetry. The poetry of today in particular must be read out loud. Poetry readings are not as popular as they could be, even though some of the most poignant…
Claudia Rojas 