Tag: narrative poetry
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Snapdragon Fields
This poem began as a way to face the presence a parent leaves behind after death. I wasn’t trying to summon anything. I was trying to name the interruptions that still arrive without warning. The poem grew from that tension—how the past steps into the present, how memory can feel like a visitor who won’t…
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Getting Lost on Christmas
Getting Lost on Christmas began as a memory of disorientation—driving home after a midnight service, fog thick, the road winding like a question. I wanted to ritualize that moment not as a metaphor for despair, but as a spiritual pause: a place where grace arrives quietly, without asking your name. The poem echoes the nativity…
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Those Days of Paella and Football
This poem began as a memory—Saturday rituals in Little Havana with my father and his second wife, just before Miami Hurricanes games. We’d eat paella, sit in the Orange Bowl, and ride home in his light blue Mercedes. It was the only time I saw him truly happy. But the poem isn’t just about nostalgia.…