InResistance PoetrybyJorge Q·Jun 20, 2018Mundo Heladowe live in a world of ice in spanish we say hielo when something is cold we say helado (frozen) translatable understanding we know what…A response icon2A response icon2
InResistance PoetrybyJorge Q·Mar 10, 2018American SonnetI come from blocks where dead boys look like me, they talk like me, broken quebrado, the thing that breaks in our mouths, their words and…A response icon1A response icon1
InResistance PoetrybyJorge Q·Feb 9, 2018FrozenSnow fall, whispers of winds once lost in the bones of rocks, quiet breaths of winter falling into open mouths, swallowed into pits of…
Jorge Q·Feb 8, 2018Pecados and Prayershighway 99. ford f-150. 2 grams of cocaine in the glove box. 3 shotguns under the back seat. empty syringes and bloody noses. heading north…
InResistance PoetrybyJorge Q·Jan 6, 2018brown boy bluesand the cycles of gang violenceA response icon1A response icon1
Jorge Q·Jan 5, 2018Ars Poeticathis poem begins on my bed. it’s winter. my depression has sunk into me. my stomach is grumbling. my throat is dry. my mind is splattered…
Jorge Q·Dec 31, 2017Para arrepentir (to regret)pachuco kids throwing stones. swallowing skies. aching bellies. sore throats. mama says dinner will be ready by three. because we eat…
Jorge Q·Nov 28, 2017Man MadeThe men in my family have skin like iron, their breath is hot like the coal that smolders under red skies. The day I was born, my father…
InResistance PoetrybyJorge Q·Nov 13, 2017Dia De Los Muertoswhy we rememberA response icon2A response icon2
