Awit MendozainPoets UnlimitedWhen my father cooks, he makes musicWhen my father cooks, he makes music. There is a certain rhythm in his stirring, like a sacred samba to be danced in the alpines of Europa…Apr 20, 20181Apr 20, 20181
Awit MendozainPoets UnlimitedThe Dark PlacesYou have taken me to dark places,Feb 26, 20181Feb 26, 20181
Awit MendozainPoets UnlimitedParisI have never seen a dance of brushes as pure; Monet paints the springtime on your dress, by the hem, a lonely autumn leaf where you left…Feb 21, 2018Feb 21, 2018
Awit MendozainPoets UnlimitedAokigaharaA friend is a forest where I grow new secrets like freshly-ripe cherries on some unseen branch, where I suspend the weight of my worries.Dec 13, 2017Dec 13, 2017
Awit MendozainPoets UnlimitedWild ChildThere it is: the moon on the mouth of some devil and below, the city is a silhouette, with little fingers deformed, reaching for light but…Dec 5, 2017Dec 5, 2017
Awit MendozainPoets UnlimitedI Pray for our RoofI pray for our roof. It is battered and torn. rust- and wind-worn, it endured years of Christmases and fiestas and Labor Days. Our roof…Nov 28, 20171Nov 28, 20171
Awit MendozaSharon“PIG,” he scrawled in blood across my door; I do not understand at all the need for such display. The need for red streaks on the bathroom…Nov 23, 2017Nov 23, 2017
Awit MendozainPoets UnlimitedVicesI only have tea on Sundays and when I feel like the teacups need washing. They say I am a creature of habit.Nov 15, 2017Nov 15, 2017
Awit MendozaThe Gardener and the RoseThere was once a gardener who took care of a rose plant. The plant was his pride and joy, and he tended to it every single day. He gave the…Nov 15, 2017Nov 15, 2017
Awit MendozaEllie“You have to be ready, Ellie,” my grandfather said. “The world is cruel, and you will lose everything and everyone you’ve known and loved.”Nov 14, 2017Nov 14, 2017