diego baez
sweet evening orange
Drawing into mouth agape emerald skin striped ruby flesh
each onyx beaded slice drips streams of sugar down her fingertips and
as she tilts her head back laughing, eyes glitter like amethyst closing
slowly in the lush and slanted light.
The Garden Song of Thought
I am a three-tiered creek. I am water wisps and foliage floors, like steps to the
mouth of the mountain. I open my eyes and am the bright red of five-pointed
stars, a monarch butterfly quietly laughing, the cusp of my voice affixed to the
brim of the crimson cluster. Purple buttercups pucker and stretch their violet
eyes, yawning, and happily smack their lips on leaves, clean and real and rooted.
diego baez enjoys punctuation in general, and guillemets, specifically. Much of his writing is
informed by his experiences as an American in Paraguay--a role to which he cannot wait to
return. He is currently pursuing an MFA in Creative Writing at Rutgers-Newark.
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sweet evening orange
Drawing into mouth agape emerald skin striped ruby flesh
each onyx beaded slice drips streams of sugar down her fingertips and
as she tilts her head back laughing, eyes glitter like amethyst closing
slowly in the lush and slanted light.
The Garden Song of Thought
I am a three-tiered creek. I am water wisps and foliage floors, like steps to the
mouth of the mountain. I open my eyes and am the bright red of five-pointed
stars, a monarch butterfly quietly laughing, the cusp of my voice affixed to the
brim of the crimson cluster. Purple buttercups pucker and stretch their violet
eyes, yawning, and happily smack their lips on leaves, clean and real and rooted.
diego baez enjoys punctuation in general, and guillemets, specifically. Much of his writing is
informed by his experiences as an American in Paraguay--a role to which he cannot wait to
return. He is currently pursuing an MFA in Creative Writing at Rutgers-Newark.
Home
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