Patreon!?

Yes folx, I did it. I made the move. It was hard to do it, mostly because I thought I was losing integrity. But, quite the opposite feeling took over me, and I am so grateful to be doing this. I already write daily, so—that part is easy. Here is the link in case you…… Continue reading Patreon!?

a day like any other day

Billie Holiday plays from the record player,  and my tie-dye shirt is baffled at the contrast, at the serenity of the music  and the chaos of the traffic below, where does the clarinet fit in? Fears, well they, they are the end of everything. I have so many and I am constantly reminded that I…… Continue reading a day like any other day

a day without pain

barren fur soft  cadaver in pieces a  puzzle, a  lantern in eyes  instead of candles to move around a  house  you’ve already memorized, lipped red  a scandal  in the bedroom, a subtlety  in grocery aisles— unmarked but stolen from,  you are a bank robbed  and feathers plucked you are all  that makes annihilation and nothing…… Continue reading a day without pain

pungent

there are certain things that stick,  San Gabriel Valley things,  that sink into a poem… this is a drink and a cheers  for a moment in time,  I want to leave behind— Valley Blvd., 605 duck farm, Bassett, unincorporated “town,” in or near or alongside La Puente which translates to Bridge,  and known among the locals as Bridgetown……… Continue reading pungent

google search me

google search me under Ingrid Calderon and the girl with no eyebrows appears, crooked stance, straight smile—a carving in the fold of her cleavage/ google search me under Ingrid M. Calderon-Collins, and the woman with eyebrows appears,spine erect, crooked smile—a carving in the fold of her cleavage/ still, everything isunhappiness and happinessstill lives in the breasts of my laughter,poison sometimes cures, and when it doesn’t,it resembles bread squished between palms,blood on nailbeds and scars from when I mattered so…… Continue reading google search me

allusion of illusion

speak basic and listen to the flowery poets of our time, the ones that say so much with so much and so much and say nothing at all. the ones that hate Bukowski but love Cheesecake Factory,  yes you,  I see you,  but I still love you,  because unlike you,  I know everyone is flawed…… Continue reading allusion of illusion