Full Moon

A New Moon (My First Kiss)

Jose Vilson 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 …

Make You Whole

Jose Vilson Jose 2 Comments

“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 …

Wine and Bread


Jose Vilson Jose 4 Comments

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 …

Shut Up and Put Up

Decimas For The Poet In You

Jose Vilson Jose 6 Comments

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 …


I Was Never An Empty Cup (Consumer Beware)

Jose Vilson Jose 4 Comments

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 …

Frida Kahlo's "Le Due Frida"

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

Jose Vilson 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 …

Holding Hands

She Will Be Loved

Jose Vilson Jose 2 Comments

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 …

Teacher Qualifications

Jose Vilson Jose 8 Comments

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 …

Domestic Violence

No Evidence

Jose Vilson Jose 4 Comments

Pitch black shadows mixed with spots of artificial light The damp cement makes rubber tires woosh past us Umbrella clutched between me and my significant other A blink and a rush A small blonde child shaken Parents turned around A young, dark woman with dark clothes leaned against the wall …

Staceyann Chin, B&W

She Read Twice (A Dedication to Staceyann Chin)

Jose Vilson Jose 1 Comment

Seven years ago, she spouts, “Jose, who has hoes?” This firebrand of a woman Who, when she walks, you can hear the susurrus of her Wavy, wild, copperhead colored hair Her patented tank top Strings barely holding on to the bra of the boobs she’s so proud of This wise …

Starburst Cluster

A Dreamer

Jose Vilson Jose 4 Comments

Be still, the living and breathing of the night Dark as the other side of one’s eyelid And reflective as when I close them Imagination is at once a flick of water off my hands into a large puddle And a spark of friction stinging my fingers At once, these …