Have you ever seen a love so divine as that of the Sun and Earth? Both destined, like a mother and father entranced in
By Antoni Nima9 days ago in Poets
In sorrow's grip, they say your heart can break. Yet such a claim, I find not wholly true. For it's not pain alone that hearts forsake,
In moonlight's shadow elegantly blue with icy hues of purple shaded through. But Is she lovely, like a confidant? A glowing goddess guarding in the night
At that time of day, that notorious hour, when every color flares from every tiny flower. When the breeze which blows the palms sway,
By Antoni Nima10 days ago in Poets
Bundled in blue scarves, black fabric on my fingers keeping me cozy— covered head to toe and warming up my body, all except my nose.
In the morning hours, or in the afternoon, or any time of day, rigid rolling rocks stand like silent sentinels encircling the town.
By Antoni Nima22 days ago in Poets
Trying to forget, (Do-me-fa-fi-sol-te-do) Drowning in the past. Silent vowels sting, Yet there's nothing left to say.
By Antoni Nimaabout a month ago in Poets
Jagged porcelain drops dripping down a celestial dome, strategically building pace to start breaking down the sky, then in battalions of white daggers,
By Antoni Nima2 months ago in Poets
I stand here at the edge of the world, eyes fixed on the horizon. I would do anything to cross the ocean, yet I’m still here.
You crashed into me for the first time, forcefully, and secretly I was afraid. Yet, I did welcome you here after all.
Little summer bird, who forgot to leave on time, leaves one day behind. Soaring in the sky, Sialia Mexicana, singing summer songs.
Diane is sitting on the couch leafing through a magazine. She is holding a glass of wine and is barely paying attention to the pages. Elio enters.
By Antoni Nima2 months ago in Fiction