dried earth this is all we will be when compassion is strangled: stranded. we will unite in the light of the night forgetting the use of clour. we will gather around the only shield that we have- ourselves. and ask for how to make this tree bear fruit again. leonell echa

Unheard Swinging high off the ground The landing can be detrimental. Alone, Seeing galaxies and truths As stars and signs align Feelings clouded. The strap on my heels make it hard to walk away Too good to be true Too new yet it feels blue. This is a point of silence Nothing to say Everything […]

hay this is the house of stack: the heap up, the piles that fill the sacks. for fodder, sheafed and stooked. fibrous dodder for fauna, uncooked. and here is a hay of sunlight. this stack this is the house of the needle. leonell

pour yourself into a cup. take a sip. does it sting or sweet? well, that is what you’ve been brewing. leonell echa

The vowels in my name Are almost the same With the pages missing from my mama. To become a filler, I flip her body twice Wrap it in paper thrice And left a blank scroll If she needs to write a goal The vowels in her ode Are materials to decode LARDO

for the day they were born there was celebration each with his own demon and his own god a curse that makes immortal of dying things and so they grew strong and wild weak and meek they were so different. one was loved the others were not three were worshipped the others were good days […]

So good to be true I am drunk on regrets and blue Cast a spell on my name So your shoulder can carry the blame Taken away A little day by day Crush me Or just let me be Never in between feels Dark deep night chills It’s been past summer into spring I no […]

We could have been mistaken for a married couple riding on the train from Manhattan to Chicago that last time we were together. I remember looking out the window and praising the beauty of the ordinary: the in-between places, the world with its back turned to us, the small neglected stations of our history. I […]

peace is that girl, told to be quiet, told not to tell, assaulted, abused, as a minor, as an adult, by the priest, by a stranger, peace is that girl that can’t speak but is picking up shattered pieces. -healing- not only a name, peace is that wise girl, isn’t that vile man, that kind […]