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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Whispers before the screams come
Something is holding its breath—as if time itself were bracing for a rupture. I float the hallway, where memory ferments the walls reeking what was never said.
By Natasha Collazo7 months ago in Poets
Lest I Stray
I tremble, lest I stray from Thy holy will, for Thou alone dost order my steps aright. Let me not waltz from Thy sacred song,
By Natasha Collazo8 months ago in Poets
Satin Ghosts . Top Story - May 2025.
I met an elderly widow, who carried ghosts in her pocket. She smelled of Avon’s Red Door and mothballs. She called them memories,
By Natasha Collazo8 months ago in Poets
What History Was Meant To Leave Out
“In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.” ‭‭Genesis‬ ‭1‬:‭1‬-‭2‬ ‭
By Natasha Collazo8 months ago in History
If it Quacks
I’m walking a balancing beam soles turned out, duck-footed with poise. Teetering the edge of conviction, between my grandmother and mother.
By Natasha Collazo8 months ago in Poets
Pine Needles and Ink.
For this poem, I took all the " Tattooed lines" from my entries in the Tattoo this line challenge and created one poem. I was not disappointed with how they flowed in rythm together dripping line after line. It was as if I was sitting silently, by a live creek, moving in ripples watching my reflection move with it. These lines all tell a story through the different pieces of me.
By Natasha Collazo8 months ago in Poets
A Day in the Life of: Stock Market by Day, Journalist by Night- Human All of the Time
Waking up is purgatory for a person who suffers an inflammation disease. It causes everything that happens next to strain more vigorous than it has to be.
By Natasha Collazo8 months ago in Poets
My Closet Keeps the Spore
The threat of hurricane Milton came and went. I was surprised by the lack of damage it spared, or so I thought. Behind the denial of drywall.
By Natasha Collazo8 months ago in Poets
When Pigs Fly Dirty
sky’s getting crowded these days a duck a crane a paper plane. sky-bound swine wear your pink snout pretty but don’t hide
By Natasha Collazo8 months ago in Poets
Resentment from the Grave
It’s kind of amusing to think about things I don’t say out loud because I say everything out loud. But then it had me thinking,
By Natasha Collazo8 months ago in Poets
“I Never Want to Make Sense”
I swallowed a cloud and hawked up a star. I covered one eye, the moon winked from a far. My brain’s made of noodles,
By Natasha Collazo8 months ago in Poets
QUEEN OF THE NIGHT
she blooms in the night. and withers upon the light. A rare sight, to see. * * * The Queen of the Night Cactus blooms once a year and is a rare sight to see. You can see it start to open in the day and by midnight it hits its peaking hours at full blossom. It remains a flower and starts to wither by morning.
By Natasha Collazo8 months ago in Poets