Baltizare

Joined January 2023

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Would you read my work if I told you I was a fictional character, here to share my own stories, which usually have a subtle Sci-Fi element? Would you read fiction, by a piece of fiction? Would you still read if I was from NJ?

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Enrique Castro Jr.
Democrats across the country had a strong showing on election night. From a democratic socialist becoming New York's youngest and first Muslim mayor to the victories of moderate Democratic women in Virginia and New Jersey’s gubernatorial races, the party is showing new signs of life. For a political movement that had struggled to rebuild after years of setbacks, these wins suggest a renewed sense of energy, direction, and purpose.
By Baltizare2 months ago in Pride
A World Without Dolly Parton is No World at All
The news hit the way all modern dread does, on a phone screen. For me, it was a shared link from a friend with a single sad-face emoji. Dolly Parton's show will not go on—at least not right now. The undisputed queen of showgirls is postponing her Vegas residency, citing health challenges. "I am not going to be able to rehearse and put together the show that I want you to see, and that you deserve," she said, before reassuring us all, "and don't worry about me quittin' the business because God hasn't said anything about stopping yet."
By Baltizare4 months ago in Motivation
Experi-sensing You
At first SIGHT, your beauty captivated me, and HEARING your deep, full voice, enthralled me. SMELLIG your clean, musky scent, overwhelmed me with desire,
By Baltizareabout a year ago in Poets
Reasons to Live
I love when dogs have to figure things out, and the look kids make when they become suspicious of something, the sound of my nephew's laugh, listening to my mother tell a story, being outside right before it rains and the smell at the moment right before the rain down pours, being moved to tears, laying in the arms of someone with whom I'm in love with, dancing with my friends, moving to the beat, going on a journey with the music, letting the DJ be the guide, discovering a song I live for and remembering one I knew I could never live without, recommending things that people like, and laughing so hard it hurts with other people also laughing, when it's going good, witnessing a sweet moment, my nieces smile, catching on to something before others, seeing a picture of myself as a child, reminiscing about being a child with my sister, doing something good, getting a good deal, being proud, talking about the past with old friends, laughing at a funeral, crying at a funeral, the moment right after you finally stop crying, how about the moment when you realize you don't care anymore? The next time, after the time you said would be the last, finally falling out of love, falling in love, being loved, loving, love, all love, any kind of love.
By Baltizareabout a year ago in Poets
Billy and Dominic
They call me Billy, and where I live the sun almost always shines and the weather is aggressively warm. From the edge of the property, well beyond the fence, I can see the sparkling blue ocean, and all day long you can hear the waves crashing on the beach. My living quarters are spacious, and I have all the amenities one could want. There was only one problem with living here, it was kind of lonely.
By Baltizare3 years ago in Fiction
My City is Burning
As you watch from afar, you can see the smoke, emerging from flames raging on the city streets, it rises to the sky bellowing up thickly, tangibly, menacingly, blocking the light of the sun, casting down a harrowing shadow striking a quiver into the heart of those who witness it.
By Baltizare3 years ago in Poets
The Crash of the Air Conditioner
I yell for her help as the air conditioner falls from the window onto my foot, like the Chicxulub asteroid hitting earth. The adrenaline pumps through my veins so I don’t feel a thing, but I am sure that when I open my eyes, if it has not been fully eradicated like the dinosaurs, my foot will certainly be flat and stretched out, like something smashed by an anvil in a Bugs Bunny cartoon. So as I look down at it I am relieved and surprised to find that my foot is just as it always has been, three dimensional and all. Then the pain starts and I scream as I fall to the floor. I roll around clenching my sore foot in my hands trying to feel for the broken bones. I am not feeling anything out of place, I guess that means nothing is broken. So, despite gravity’s weapon of mass destruction’s best effort, my foot is fine.
By Baltizare3 years ago in Humans
A Window for Love
“I don't care what they think. I don't care what they say. What do they know about this love anyway? Come, come to my window, I'll be home, I'll be home, I'll be home, I'm comin home”
By Baltizare3 years ago in Fiction
Kaboom
It was too high, and too far out of reach for me to just pull it down, so I left the red balloon, a remnant of a moment I'd rather soon forget, remain pressed to the top of the dome. Knowing that eventually, the helium would dissipate, and down it would drift, back to earth. Then, as if it had never been there, never existed, and never mattered, life would go on.
By Baltizare3 years ago in Fiction

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Enrique Castro Jr.

A World Without Dolly Parton is No World at All

Experi-sensing You

Reasons to Live

Billy and Dominic

My City is Burning

The Crash of the Air Conditioner

A Window for Love

Kaboom

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