Natasha Collazo

Joined June 2021

206 stories

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Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026

The Diary of an emo Latina OUT NOW

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We Celebrate Different
The stores swarm long before the season truly arrives. We’re filling our carts in September—apple cobbler Martha Stewart candles,
By Natasha Collazo2 months ago in Poets
8:22
I edged along the abyss, where even Death seemed generous. I spoke to lifeless clouds, conversation after conversation, no response.
By Natasha Collazo3 months ago in Poets
“Among the Swine”
The wind grieved of waste and want. I kneel among creatures that do not pray, but minister to my fatigued soul. Their snouts deep in husks I would readily feed,
By Natasha Collazo3 months ago in Poets
Cinders of Memory
Sulph’rous winds did bite, I write it was a dream, still ashes stain my hands.
By Natasha Collazo3 months ago in Poets
Winters bite
Today I saw a flock of crows swarming in preparation for their winter bite. The sky sagged, as apocalyptic waves of screeching
By Natasha Collazo3 months ago in Poets
The Pilgrim’s Lantern
I walk beneath the blueprint of becoming, a silent scaffolding of thought and grace. Each movement feels predestined, yet unfinished,
By Natasha Collazo3 months ago in Poets
The Same Heaven . Runner-Up in Poetry of the Hunt Challenge.
Sometimes it feels like if I sit in a certain chair quietly, precisely He might hear me. Maybe if I cross my legs,
By Natasha Collazo3 months ago in Poets
Send Lazarus
Send Lazarus’ hand, dip a finger, cool my tongue— warn my brothers’ hearts.
By Natasha Collazo4 months ago in Poets
Circles around my dreams
I run circles around my dreams— sometimes my nightmares, so close, both within reach. That is why I keep going. The cat-and-mouse of longing
By Natasha Collazo4 months ago in Poets
The Choice
He weighed the silence, yet pressed against the devil— choice erased his name.
By Natasha Collazo4 months ago in Poets
Let there be light
There’s purpose in your light. From the beginning, you were spoken into place. To divide and provide season, and change. There is purpose in your name, “ Lesser light” to bridge the dark from the dawn, to hold the rhythm of song, to create time where silence stretched endless. For the night had no kindness until you came, quiet and soothing.
By Natasha Collazo4 months ago in Poets
Cradling my Shadows
All that I’ve written holds both dark and light, For without night, the sun cannot arrive, The cavernous depths revealed the swords of my mind,
By Natasha Collazo4 months ago in Poets