Blue Aster

by Isabella Cruz Stained glass in the windowNearly as brilliant asThe blue asters without. Still, it knows it’s pretendingTo be something it’s not. Still, it will last foreverPassed from your grandmother’s handTo your grandchild,Who never will see blue aster. Isabella Cruz is a writer, an educator and a Floridian. She currently works as a writingContinue reading “Blue Aster”

Verrie, Veronica

by Isabella Cruz Cadillac parked down Arroyo SecoGarcinia whittled waists, pom poms in the air,Their shadows indecipherable, messages lostIn the blinking of headlights. Wheelchair forgotten in their dusty wake,Metal teeth scraped against enamel–Immaculate and whiter than Verrie’s wedding dress–Remembrances coursing like gas. Pumped into the Caddie on Arroyo Seco,Which sits in the garage of someSuburbanContinue reading Verrie, Veronica