Poetry

Concrete blue bench

This poem is a quiet meditation on longing and distance, the kind that exists even when someone is sitting right beside you. The poem traces the ache of almost-togetherness and the slow, tender work of letting go.

Sin Parar

A beautiful contradiction, a tree cursed for the pain it causes, yet clung to for the very support it offers. Written in Spanish, it moves through thorns, drowning, and prayer before arriving at an admission that is equal parts wound and comfort: that the thing we beg to lose is also the only thing holding us up.

Avíéntalo al mar

A prayer to the sun, raw, reverent, and desperate. While others turn to the moon, the speaker looks to the sun: the one who burns, illuminates, and has the power to incinerate what the heart cannot release on its own. It is a plea born of faith and exhaustion, asking the great solar force of the universe to take an unbearable love and throw it into the sea.