Collection of Old Poems

5’6’’ By Richard N.Portilla   A human male stands at a tall- Five-six Short legs with a barrel chest. Only average to people of his hometown. He stands short in a tall city. The man of 5’6’’ is tall in his hometown. Now he is short. The man of 5’6’’ is short in- The city …

Chickens

Claudia sat underneath the parched zinc roof hiding from the Sun's harsh caresses. The Shade consoled her body with a soft lullaby and her head started to nod off slowly into dreams of a torrential winter giving her moribund sugarcane crop reasons to live and reach up towards the sky with their sheaths and razor …

Breaking Concrete

I start my day at 5:55 AM. I get up from my thin cot bed, put on my clothes, lace my boots, brush my teeth, and find a scrunchy for my hair. By the time this all happens I am chasing down my half-brother on the streets of Harlem. I never thought I would be …

Why does everything have to be philosopichal with you?

  Hello, Welcome to my series of writing that I dedicate to my mother, my family, and friends. Here I will write whatever comes into mind in an attempt to pierce the veil of writer's block that seems to plaque most people that enjoy thinking about things but have a hard time putting it down …