Posts by Isaias Irizarry

I buried the key to my heart under the roots of a sycamore tree, told myself I’d never need to open that door again. Too many ghosts living rent-free in…

The Pickaxe tear down this house. A hundred thousand new houses can be built from the transparent yellow carnelian buried beneath it, and the only way to get to that…

I write like the ink might ignite in my grip, like the page is a fuse and I’m tight on the tip. Like silence is violence that crawls through my…

You were the hush in my riot. The moonlight that spilled like secrets on my restless skin. You, soft edges and deep gravity— a stillness I never knew I was…