Poems by Juana Rosa Pita
One can be content with little in life, if that little is immense.
One can be content with little in life, if that little is immense.
Beside her, the vase swallows her own shadow.
We seek the ocean to find the edge of ourselves.
if i blink, then open my eyes, i am a kaleidoscope of slivers, all pink.
Call it a microcosm or just let it stand for as long as it stands, for as long as it takes your attention and care.
Isn't a protest a public dispute of someone else's truth like the one about the fear of dark bodies?
See shapes of bodies you thought you were in damp cotton jeans silk shirts.
A heartless leader and legions of nameless heroes define this tragedy
Although imaginary numbers are vital, I long for the intersection of your path with mine.
The ancients believed those who witness these colors would live forever.