Poems from Nicole Jones
The familiar thwack of shoulder pads colliding
filled the air. My heart pounded from the
run over. My eyes searched for him on the field...
I looked death in the face once.
He tried to pretend to be my Abuelita,
but I wasn’t fooled. Death had taken
hold of this woman who wasn’...
“Lean towards me,” he whispered.
“No. Lean away.”
The teacher was watching.
“I have a surprise for you,”
he cooed. “Down here.”
I leaned...
Have you ever microwaved a pop-tart?
It’s actually rather pretty.
Not only are you rewarded
with a pastry so warm
that it simply melts on...
i want to look into Your eyes
and not wonder
what horrible things you’re thinking about me
i want to not have to worry
that Your smile...