“Generational Rings of an Old Oak Tree” by Jacqueline Rose

Jacqueline Rose is a happily married wife of 30+ years and mother of two wonderful daughters. Her professional career has consistently supported educational opportunities or life enhancements for students and their families. With that said, as an African American woman, Jacqueline continues to enjoy learning about various cultures, ideologies, and how daily life overlaps in… Read More “Generational Rings of an Old Oak Tree” by Jacqueline Rose

April 14, 2022May 10, 2022 sentiencejournal

“Dusk” by Nikki Corina Dela Rosa

I have a friend I will never meet. He lives in traces of handwritten notes to me: In scratch papers, invoices, labels and spreadsheets. I think he didn’t really like being here. Here is work you see, where your hands get calloused and your knees bruised and blueblack knuckles bleed. Who wouldn’t lose themselves in… Read More “Dusk” by Nikki Corina Dela Rosa

March 25, 2022April 22, 2022 sentiencejournal

“Mouthful of Grass” by Nikki Corina Dela Rosa

A mouthful of grass, choked, but here I stand before you. Dry mouthful of grass, hanged for healing a sick man. Red mouthful of grass, banned from opening glass glued eyes. Grass in my mouth, I once knew bitterness, but sweet is what it sounds. Nikki Corina Dela Rosa is a revolutionary queer poet located… Read More “Mouthful of Grass” by Nikki Corina Dela Rosa

March 25, 2022April 22, 2022 sentiencejournal

“Los Angeles” by Brianna Vigil

I long for the loneliness of Los Angeles. I miss its shiny exterior and its hollow core. I always find myself at home in this dangerous labyrinth. And when I get hungry, I crave those small glimmers of hope, the sweet twinkling sustenance fed to me night after night. I know I am so close… Read More “Los Angeles” by Brianna Vigil

February 27, 2021February 28, 2021 briannavigil1

“In Isolation (Drinking Too Much Again)” After Dinah Washington’s ‘Drinking Again’ by Alisha Escobedo

I’m drinking too much again. I don’t get blitzed, but every sunset is a new bottle. Who am I kidding? The caps are torn loose before the sun meets the horizon. “I’m having a few and wishing that you were here…” From my balcony, I hear I’m not the only one. There’s a party in… Read More “In Isolation (Drinking Too Much Again)” After Dinah Washington’s ‘Drinking Again’ by Alisha Escobedo

February 27, 2021February 28, 2021 briannavigil1

“my new psychiatrist” by Alisha Escobedo

i’m waiting to meet my new psychiatrist, hoping she won’t look like my mother. i’ve had that happen before and couldn’t get past it— same sad eyes opened wide to feign joy, same pursed lips that puckered a bit to the left. a few times, i imagined her hiding wine behind her desk. i canceled… Read More “my new psychiatrist” by Alisha Escobedo

February 27, 2021February 28, 2021 briannavigil1

“Revelation of the Damned” by Brianna Vigil

I found myself under a hot red light surrounded by smoke, salt in the air as if I were on a ship in the middle of a storm tossed around by the imbalance of the sea, the hallway a long passage crowded with people unaffected I rocked from one side to the other in suffocating… Read More “Revelation of the Damned” by Brianna Vigil

February 27, 2021February 28, 2021 briannavigil1

“Rent” by Sen Kathleen

I found home, at first, I was apprehensive, but there you were, ready. I was apprehensive, but my bags were already in the hall, And then came the excitement— intoxicating— but I had only just gotten comfortable in our bed when the wallpaper began to peel. Two years in: termites made the beams rot and… Read More “Rent” by Sen Kathleen

February 27, 2021February 28, 2021 briannavigil1