Memoir
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daydreaming
daydreamingI remember a faint foggy memory—south bronxrican and dominican rootsthe patterson projectsjohn adams housesa child into a teenagerdates days places people their names have faded awaylike the clouds i would stare at through my fifth-floor windowi was that kind of… Continue reading
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The Long Walk Home
The following is a rewrite of a previously written poem for a Creative Nonfiction class. Unlike the fiction of the poem, the following is true. It was our parents’ rule: don’t run after fire trucks. “You could fall behind them… Continue reading
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long walks on
the feet are tired shuffling along rough roads streets that have not been repaved in a long time. the body carrying the memories of a childhood too long ago of teen years that are hidden in history books of sex… Continue reading









