the dog barks away
as i arrive home. sadly, i can’t pet him. so, i just blow him kisses to show a bit of love.
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as i think about my youth,
the first thing that often comes to mind is that picture of me in a basketball game getting my picture taken to make a card like those collected by sports cards traders back in the 80s & 90s. after so many years
spent with you by my side my opinion still hands “tu papá estás más cuadrao que un cuaderno” como la classic de calle 13. it’s been a while
since i’ve played around with you, but man what i’d do just to have a few minutes of escapism playing with you on the court. “money, money, money, money,”
“here come$ the money,” “ca$h rule$ everything around me,” money-in$pired phra$e$ that a$k u$ to reflect about it in different way$. “how could one man have all that power?”
asks yeezy & all i got to say is we, the people, gave it to him. dark,
the room i wanna be in right now. a dark room with no light coming in as i sleep away the blues. we try to celebrate
like it’s a holiday, but our years & lack of exercise make it hard for us to move with intensity, but we still party in our own ways sharing stories, love & laughter. i thank
every woman who has been a family member, friend, inspiration & more. you continue to influence me in ways you will never imagine. gracias, gracias, gracias, gracias. their curls tell stories
of community, peer pressure, self-hate, self-love, & more. luckily, time is finally giving them space for self expression. sometimes
a simple turn will show you a different side of the human experience. this table
tells stories of a family gathering around to share stories of love & laughter. this hair tells a story
of 2 families much like that of every person out there. just take a bit of it & find the family tree that’ll tell you novels full of stories. whether intentional
or unintentional, the acts of criminals show a dark side of humanity that we continue to explore to try & understand what we all could be capable of when put into certain circumstances. flour takes many forms,
but ultimately it's used to provide some love in the form of food. we think that voting
will help us change the current political landscape, but that won’t be enough as the culture of our politics & the people as a whole will be difficult to change. if you ask me the real change might come when my grandkids have grandkids. as we look at
potential houses we continuously feel the pressures of adulthood making it more difficult to focus on one task. wanna see a mix
of passion & corruption? look at the senate. a dog wagging its tail
as its owner arrives to the house, a form of felicity that is hard to match. ethereal sounds
surround a room full of heat, intensity, passion & lust. “maybe
if we we’re all more understanding, our world would be a better place,” an epiphany that has failed to catch on. “evil knows no bounds,”
a lesson you’ll learn after consuming hundreds of true crime documentaries. siblings in the diaspora
grind all day to bring food for their tables, but deep down inside they cry as they miss the land & the people that saw them grow. corazones rotos
hieren corazones sanos y el mundo es afectado de diferentes maneras. un batiscafo de ideas
se tira al mar esperando al momento perfecto pa’ ir soltando cada idea pa’ impactar al mundo. |
AuthorFernando E. E. Correa González is the author behind over 30 self-published poetry books. He has been published by literary magazines & journals [Id]entidad, El Vicio del Tintero, Sábanas Magazine, Smaeralit, The Occulum, Tonguas and Hound Magazine. Other than writing, Correa is also the host of FENCast, a podcast dedicated to documenting the Puerto Rican independent art scene. Aside from this, he experiments with filmmaking, photography, drawing, painting, multimedia and transmedia. He currently lives in his native Puerto Rico. Archives
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