Write New York

Fernando Moura

  • Línea, Luz

    Ser, no solo creer. Que nuestra luz que emite sus propios rayos Nos ayuda a resonar y a expresarnos.   Es mi propio himno. Un impacto de estrellas que al fín chocaron; Un relámpago que ilumino  los sentidos, Estrella y… Continue reading

  • Dear journal

    How could I start it this way. On a train ride from here to elsewhere; to where I am unsure. To where I am certain. When should I call you you? I don’t want to write this, I want to… Continue reading

  • Safely Home

    That night was filled with standers-by, thus A surge in city cars. Even then I walked, well, tread, from those certain City blocks.   I walked, well, tread, to my group Of city blocks, despite the many City cars,  … Continue reading

  • Your Being

    Ode to your benign Longevity. Like a ray that pierced the atmos- Pheres And emits the light of stars And stars; Supernova. Like light, bright-like light Shining When there is no sun – Your light was piercing through and through;… Continue reading

  • Two Lines That You Follow

    Two lines that you follow,Not single file like elementarySchool; Two lines not paths, forThere are many paths oneMay follow and can cross. Two lines where-withinstructure meets premiseMeets subtext meetsclause meetsPurpose meets context meets. Meets muse. Two lines where-Within everything met;… Continue reading

  • Up

    There is a well I’veKnown. A deep grey space thatlooks like day old clay where tosorrows fled. I’m sad for sorrow’s sake. It was deep and grey.Dwell the well, Where I fell heavily. Damp, cold, deep greycrevasse Where ILaughed. I… Continue reading

  • The Still man

    Doctor still manWho tookMe in Who saidI careOr soHeDidn‘t. Continue reading

  • Steadily Walking Along

    Steadily walking along theStorefrontsOf Bleecker Streetnear Charles. Steadily walking alongwhat came upon Me on my night walk –Not upon me, rather what Ihappened upon; A bar with a blunt name.A waste truck pulled up.After, a party of few Came out… Continue reading

  • The Strides

    Like a mighty feat,Running on the trackAnd field, And a winningStreak, almost like,Where were the opponents Kind of streak. They all saw it,And were overt with zeal. They watched him from the sideline… They shed tears of elation.All pains and… Continue reading

  • Friends

    Those with whom youSat, and jotted down the where And what have You. Talked AboutThe where,What have you In Lobbies of buildingsThat. In rooms with wallsThat talk, not if they could. Where do we go now?We(you). Continue reading