Mike Espinosa
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You Decided You Aren't a WriterA Poem by Mike EspinosaYou want to be a writer.You jot 500 words every day.You spend hoursto find the perfect story endings.You realize the next daythey could be better.You .. |
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Her Hopeful VisionA Poem by Mike EspinosaBased on “A Dream of Her Grandfather” by Zitkala-Sa. |
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A Family, Legally TornA Poem by Mike EspinosaBased on "The Land of the Free" by Sui Sin Far. |
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Life Got Busy, I Grew UpA Poem by Mike EspinosaJust beyond our fencea clearing satsurrounded by bushes and trees.Roots rose from the groundand became chairs of my imagination;a place I played my re.. |
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An Impossible ParadiseA Poem by Mike EspinosaImagine a worldwhere you had said, "Yes."Where nights aren't lonesomeand cheeks not soaked.Where laughter echoes off the walls,like a priest's sermon .. |
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A Year in a DayA Poem by Mike EspinosaAfter a photograph by a good friend. |
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Eternal ExertionA Poem by Mike EspinosaRoutine morning stretches start out my static days. Limbs that don't move how they should; knees, ankles, a shoulder, and an elbow th.. |
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The Golden Rule of the LibraryA Poem by Mike EspinosaI walked quickly through the library. The back corner, where a lonely chair and desk sat. My book creaked open. The pages ruffled unde.. |
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Two Dogs, Abandoned in the WoodsA Poem by Mike EspinosaLazy dogs lying under cedar trees.Just slightly tilting their heads,the dogs looked at each other.They had not eaten in days.Their shared glance was b.. |
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Filled with Regret, Regret is Too LateA Poem by Mike EspinosaToo blank are the black eyes that stare through the broken windowToo red the fists on the other sideToo fast my heartToo loud are my screams(I can't h.. |
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