When Teresa was born, silence filled the room. She didn’t cry. There was no shrill cry to announce her arrival into the world. Only her tiny, slippery body, covered in blood and placenta, lay there, motionless, as if the weight of life had fallen upon her too soon.
Tag Archive: Lyrics
LET ME BE
Let me be a torn leaf, captured on a canvas,
without roots, without ego, without end, or beginning.
Relief
May my voice not falter,
so my throat doesn't tighten up.
The Way Home
By Juan David Cruz Duarte
One afternoon, darker than the others, as she read a novel she had just bought at a bookstore downtown, another violent storm broke out over the city. After the shipwreck, stormy afternoons would make her cry in silence.
Defying the Odds: The Immigrant’s Journey Was Celebrated Through Art and Culture in “Here to Stay”
The weather forecast called for a 70 percent chance of rain on Friday night—just another one of those jokes we’ve come to expect from the Queen City. The only prediction that came true was that the night of October 13 brought a deluge of art and culture to close out Hispanic Heritage Month.
“Here to Stay: The Art of the Immigrant” flooded the Bohemian Garden and Carillon Gallery with all the color, flavor, tradition, dreams, and stories that more than 20 Latino immigrant artists shared that night.
Crossing the Pond
Pack your bags, book a flight
We hug and say goodbye.
We take a long walk around the Island of Enchantment
and we silence the voice of despair.