Memory
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Some cities fall with a roar. Others fade quietly, their fog learning to swallow what people no longer see. This poem is a warning about…
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La historia detrás del poema Algunos poemas no empiezan con una pluma.Simplemente llegan.Como una sensación,o un momento que no sabes explicar.A veces me pasa mientras…
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A reflection on a country I once called home. “Chávez said he would put an end to poverty. What he’s really doing is putting an…
Poems From The Kitchen Table 