poems + paragraphs – naomi tercero

where I’m from

dec. 27, 2019

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

jan. 5, 2020

Knowledge is a tricky thing.
You don’t seem to forget it…

jan. 5, 2020

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

sep. 20, 2020

The overwhelming nostalgia of broken bones. Thinking we…

feb. 1, 2021

we are still children there is a certain beauty in it but there is also a certain danger to it…

mar. 13, 2021

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

feb. 23, 2022

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

feb. 4, 2023

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…

feb. 18, 2023

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…

that’s all for now!