Full Moon

A New Moon (My First Kiss)

Jose 5 Comments

It’s been a long time since I’ve shared any work from the Acentos workshops on Sunday. I didn’t share this at the workshop because I got shy. Yes, I have that emotion in my arsenal. Follow: My first kiss was the sweetest “Shut the F*k Up” I’d ever gotten from the first of many curvy, sassy, infuriating, mostly-older women I’d …

Make You Whole

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“Make You Whole” by Jose Vilson © 2009 She gives him a look of absent fatalism Welds streams of release through her face’s fine crevices Blood surfaces just below her epidermis Flushing away the transparencies of her tears and her emotions She’s flawless, Nicks and bruises all along her curvatures Willing to walk into whirlwinds Chairs, desks, knives, shovels, and …

Wine and Bread


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Alas, the year is finally over for me. Today was my first official day off from school, and my feet, more than any other part of my body, have been thanking me for giving them some much needed rest. There are wars going on all across the world, dictatorships and coups reigning, unemployment reaching scary levels, global warming bringing its …

Shut Up and Put Up

Decimas For The Poet In You

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These poems were birthed from a poetry workshop Tara Betts did as the featured facilitator for the Acentos group. Some of the poems I’ve been sharing over the last couple of weeks have come from that workshop. These are obviously all drafts, but check the rhyme anyways: The first is dedicated to people who won’t shut up. “Shut Up, In …


I Was Never An Empty Cup (Consumer Beware)

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Another poem inspired by that crazy Acentos workshop last Sunday I keep talking about. Comment as you please. I was never an empty cup. I was never a lifelong experience before. I was never a sniffle, a sneeze, or a trifle. I was never a drip, a snip, or a clip. I was never a tumbleweed Bouncing through indicating dearth …

Frida Kahlo's "Le Due Frida"

But I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For

Jose 11 Comments

I walked into the Acentos Poetry Workshop at Hostos Community College, weary from a series of events including incurring a nasty virus and having to teach teachers how to affirm their voices in front of children (something I’m struggling with), but also resolved to make become the master of my metaphorical Starship Enterprise without getting my ass whooped through a …

Holding Hands

She Will Be Loved

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It’s easy to sit here, Clasped hands Staring eyes, Inclement weather, Winds rustling our jackets every which way In front of a fluorescent building sometime closer to midnight than mid-day That three letter phrase tauted so heavily By romantics and lunatics alike That swelling in my chest and the screaming of the conscience to make things right With thoughts that …

Teacher Qualifications

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Prepare to sacrifice 3/4ths of your day and your life to the world’s oldest profession Where the other fourth you’re wondering where the other 3/4ths went In a permanent classroom where your first name no longer means much In the hallway where everyone’s business becomes yours In the staircase where you can be yourself but not really In the home …