poems + paragraphs – naomi tercero

The Grounds Keeper – Draft

The house itself wasn’t very ominous. In fact, it sat perfectly still and quiet in the middle of the grounds. She wouldn’t say the ghosts or...

Inspired by: As you look out on this, our morning, the mornings we have shared together in intimacy and secret. On borrowed time. I supposed I...

i am your dream girl, the girl who reminds you how to love again. how to stand on both legs and walk again…

The moon descends and sits where she once lay so close, rocking to sleep, I, like sand so

we are still children there is a certain beauty in it but there is also a certain danger to it we’re told to

The overwhelming nostalgia of broken bones. Thinking we were rebels, all too ready to

Knowledge is a tricky thing. You don’t seem to forget it, unlike misplacing your pen

How do the stars communicate? Do they have a secret language? How do they know

I am from the number three, from hand-carved toy chests and knots of computer cables