He asked himself , when did I eat last? Can’t remember, he mutters to myself. Mom brought me some potato chips, 2 bologna sandwiches and 2 small bottle waters. She told me she’s going away for a while, but she will be back.

It’s almost 6 days and no mommy!! Where did she go? Is Mama coming back? I live in a condemned building.Alone with the roaches.

.I ate those bologna sandwiches.Now in my tummy....

My family isn’t rich but then again we aren’t poor. Our house may be scarce but we dont need a lot of furniture. I share a mattress with Elena and Jacob, my siblings. We’ve had this sleeping set up ever since we were three under three. Ma and Pa also share a bed so everyone’s happy since we all have to give a little.

The dog sleeps outside on the front doorstep. He guards our door that has no lo...

I stare out the gaping excuse for a window and trudge towards it. The cold breeze from outside hits me calmly, swirling my brown hair up behind me, and I can see it did the same to my sister besides me. We’ve always had a love-hate relationship with this house, Cindy and I, a burning love that is fueled by memories purely, and a hate that leaks like a rusty water pipe. I remember all the days of r...

I often peer out from here

Where the star are even clearer

This is my heart and it is my fear

No one will hear screaming

This balcony has caught fire too many times

From it unbalanced and unprotected

No matter if I say truths or lies

Words spoken cannot resurrect it

From the shattered parts, I rebuild and attempt to forget

I hope to make it through

I just wish I knew

If I **will make it my best...

I gather dust

In my fingertips

Nails clawing at the split paint

A greyhouse raring to go

The sun beams

dazzle and burn my eye lids

like a dream that won’t let go

I can see Old Retired

still a young man

poised with ambition

toes curling

on the precapise of excitement

Boyish ignorance

doesn’t know the grip

of alcohol and chemicals

that will fracture and crack

Old Retired’s crow lines

and brok...

The house was a very poor house type, but it was a very lovely house. They didn’t have much but it was alive with fun and laughter although it was a very dingy house but maybe two rooms are sold they were able dance around sing music

Don’t have much, but the holiday life was great...

Yellow towel

Brick building

Don’t know how

To keep yielding

Poverty living

Billionaires taking

No one giving

Sleeping not waking

Blighted apartments

No one cares

Prepare the battlements

Oligarchs run scared...

Barefoot, I creep into the next bedroom over. Dark and cold, I rush over to the figure lying in the bed.

“Mariana!” I cry, “Mariana!”

My sister rolls over, her light brown face smudged with dirt and her black hair rumpled from sleep. Her eyes are still closed, and she greets me with a grunt.

“Mariana,” I say again, walking into her room. “Where is Papi?”

“Papi’s at work, Julio,” she groans, tu...

Open window

Don’t fall

Be careful

Not for all...

Mia swung the sword shaped stick at her brother. Her smile wide on her dirty face, she giggled delightfully as he ducked. Her stick whacked against the red clay covered wall, leaving a cracked divot.

Eli took the opportunity to swing at her with his own less sword looking stick.

“That was too hard!” He whined.

She stumbled back and blocked his blow clumsily. Her giggles turning nervous as he got ...