Natasha Collazo

Joined June 2021

210 stories

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Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026

The Diary of an emo Latina OUT NOW

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“An Apple a day..”
No one could remember when the apples became part of daily life. They began appearing in office kitchens, arranged neatly in bowls beside the coffee machines as though they had always belonged there. Someone must have brought them in, but no one claimed responsibility. It felt like a harmless health trend, another small correction in a culture that was always trying to improve itself.
By Natasha Collazo3 days ago in Fiction
Blood on the Red Mesa
Sheriff Silas Boone rode slowly along the trail at the base of Red Mesa, the sun dipping behind the cliffs, setting the desert ablaze in red and orange. Dust brushed around his boots and spurs, and his horse sneezed.
By Natasha Collazoabout a month ago in Fiction
Lessons from Taylor Swift
I threw a snowball at Taylor Swift. She ducked, I knocked over a 2-foot windmill. Shattering it into a million pieces in front of the boy of my dreams.
By Natasha Collazoabout a month ago in Poets
“Cupid made me do it”
I sat there for hours. More than four. Festering like an expired jar of jam forgotten in the fridge, undesired for too long.
By Natasha Collazoabout a month ago in Poets
On the edge of Lily Pads
Bug eyes wear a crown. A slimy kiss with no eyelids. Ribbit—or prince? My lips curve against the spell. He croaks in ‘almost’
By Natasha Collazo2 months ago in Poets
M a g g i e . Top Story - December 2025.
The scars on her wrists show she had lost control one time or another. Maggie’s mom gave her away at twelve, old enough to feel the brunt of abandonment, and to feast on rebellion.
By Natasha Collazo2 months ago in Fiction
Watchman’s Hour
Trumpets practice as the daydreamer dreams. The sleepwalkers walk. The still corpse rots. Altars glow, but not with urgency.
By Natasha Collazo2 months ago in Poets
Too deep for language
“I can’t imagine meeting someone who is the essence of my thoughts.”
By Natasha Collazo2 months ago in Poets
Water from the Rock
They said the desert would finish me, that the map would end here. CT scans are machinery for reason. To spot the clue.
By Natasha Collazo2 months ago in Poets
Beauty among Beast
Wintry hayloft glint— even the cold leans toward the child.
By Natasha Collazo2 months ago in Poets
Outage
When the grid goes out one tealight coaches me how to breathe the next breath.
By Natasha Collazo2 months ago in Poets
After the Fall
At first, the pain felt godless an error in creation, a cruel game of Monopoly. I searched it for meaning and found only absence.
By Natasha Collazo2 months ago in Poets