Diego, Why Are You Smiling?
In the arms of your rescuers your chest does not hurt. The sun blinds your eyes, you smile at the sky. Diego Arellano, why are you...
Sonnet: April 19th
Carlos Jose lied to his parents today, “I’m going to play soccer,” he said, But he wanted to protest. In his seventeen years, he only...
I’m Tired Of Being “At Least” Alive
Oh Genesis, you are right, we are tired Tired of so many deaths Tired of the fear, of too much uncertain It is exhausted. Genesis you...
