Category: Poetry


Comeback Since I leftI’ve wanted to comeback To return homeTo hear the accents of my community To speak and listen to Miami-Latin drawlTo have a conversation with someoneThat speaks beautifully—-someone with an accent—As words and phrasesOften defy syntactical normsbut never loose semantics.To rely—at times-on what is felt but isn’t saidTo see a Latin American community hustle to thrive In a land where we all … Read More Comeback


A feeling

I’ve held on to a feeling For so long It’s no longer a memory It’s a vestigial phantom The disappearance of this feeling Gnaws at the edges of my heart As if without this feeling My heart may quiver and shrink. I held on to the feeling of a man caring about me Without any recent tangible irrefutable proof I trusted the universe That … Read More A feeling

For a Split Second

I slightly turned, Looked up, For a split second I thought it was you At the end of the hall. For a split second My heart swelled, I could feel a smile Reach my eyes Before my lips could move, My body felt warm For a split second My fingers ached Restless for a possibility to touch you, My legs felt determined To bring … Read More For a Split Second



There is something mystical about walking to meet the sea at dawn a city that doesn’t sleep seems to take a breather right around when night meets day. The city is quiet surrounded by water waves thump against a sea wall neither angry nor calm only consistent unwavering energy. The trees are solemn birds asleep except that occasional outcast still awake peering out wondering … Read More Dawn


A walk

I could smell the dew Hear the birds not quite awake Feel the cold wind brush my skin As though night and day Met for a dance And my steps cast Shadows on an illusion. As I walked I felt confident Yet my knees at times quivered My ankles felt uncertain As my legs navigated uneven streets I kept my head up Perched like … Read More A walk



There is a tether from you to my heart: A line that pulls each time I feel you’re too far away, That vibrates with electricity Each time you’re near. -Vanessa Hernandez


The Poet

As what used to be And what will be Blend along blurred lines The resonance of each Appear to be what is. The present feels fragile Sheer and opaque As what is visible And what is perceived Are diametrically opposed. Along the subtext Parallel to semantics Adjacent to syntax Cowers the poet, Constantly chastised Eager to play among the dialect Stuck in neither time … Read More The Poet


I’ve let go so many times I’ve looked away Turned away Walked away Each time I let go I came back Like I could almost Hear his voice Sometimes gently Sometimes not so gently Guiding me back I’ve wondered about endless riddles Gone in tireless circles Until what was and what wasn’t Ceased to matter All I was left with was a feeling: He … Read More Untitled



Is it possible To feel music Beyond the notes played? To feel the vibrations As the notes change Feeling tender pulses That resonate in different parts Of my mind. Sometimes the notes Are so beautiful Their rhythm feels Like a synaptic journey Pushing deeper into my conscience As I listen The song leaves an impression Registered in my thoughts So that if I close … Read More Possible



I will never be fearless Nor do I wish to be I have let go Of my childish fears of mythical creatures Although I can admit It calms me To fall asleep looking at the sky However small slither of it I may see I like to wake up And see the sky change colors It’s the tranquility In nature’s unfabricated beauty That lets … Read More Fearless


Hay noches

Hay noches en cual Todavía recuerdo, Me levanto y siento un peso enorme Dentro de mi Un peso que tiene la intención De regresarme a la tierra Me siento que me falta energía Porque mi cuerpo no se quiere mover. Siento que mi conciencia Esta agotada Ya no quiere pensar más No quiere considerar las razones Ni entender la motivación Solamente se quiere quedar … Read More Hay noches



Roots dig into the ground They extend and intertwine Like lovers locked in a secret embrace As their secrets spill Up from the ground A trunk emerges Its confidence secured By the branches that extend Out from the whole Some are frail Some are robust Most are as nimble as fingers With leaves adorning the edges. Some may look And see only a tree … Read More Tree