Attempted Homicide


I heard the gurgling

the panic in gasping breaths


bobbing frantically

hands outstretched


so, I extended .. in return

your fingers encircled mine


then, yanked

trying to pull me in

as you climb out

but you must’ve forgotten

breath is what I preserve

I know how to swim–


I wish you did too.

©Liza Morales 


The Abandoned Island



Puerto Ricans

there’s war on my people

sterilization, genocide

for years



abandonment of the island

I hear their cries — it burns

quieted deaths


©2017 Liza Morales

The Swiftness of September



September seems
to have snatched
the Summer somewhere
the season shifted
so sharply and speedily,
sooner than scheduled

succeeding seasons
should steer and hold still
slowly switch its stride
savor the sum of significance
and set the stage up
for Summer to salute us
and save our sanity
like a summertime sunset

spirit stays sound
centered in sincerity
sliding through seasons
that serve several purposes
through space and the skies
stable and full of stamina

shivery airs
seep through my sill
saturating the sheets
with satiny sentences
that summons my service
to start another scribe
about what strays
and what stays–
a spiritual spy

special senses
signal me to surrender
like sacred songs
and sincere sayings
so, I start to scribble
a spoon of sentiments
slaying the speed
by seducing the secret
with stylish steps
towards the sudden sight
of a swaying Fall.

©2017 Liza Morales


On the Plane


In the Sky

the fear is diminishing
from that time
we almost couldn’t land
when landing gears got stuck
as we approached the airport
rumbles and thumping sounds
the aircraft shook a little
sensing something was wrong
I felt uneasy, but
we proceeded to land
at a pretty fast speed
brakes seemed malfunctioned
Laguardia’s runway is short
I thought we were going in the water
balmy hands squeeze arm rests
shutting eyes with anticipation
waiting to see what would happen
Am I going to die now?
No! I didn’t want to think about that
but it kept popping in my mind
it was a battle
I was scared
I was not ready to die
I have so much love left in me
this can’t be it!

but then, there was a moment
a moment of surrender
knowing it was out of my control
as the brakes made shrieking sounds
and the tires, discordant on the grounds
my sister and I gazed in fear
mouth agape
in shock of this reality
Is this it for us?
we began to slide from our seats
from the force of the brakes
the plane struggled to stop
we clenched our eyes
I prayed real hard, then
the screeching sounds ceased
and the plane came to a halt
it felt like I just woke up
from a really bad dream
a traumatic experience
after the pilot confirmed
“there were technical difficulties
with the landing gear”
fearful for twenty years after
wanting to travel
but not by plane
not wanting to take the risk
because next time
technical difficulties
may lead to my death…

until a transition occurred
in me, spiritually
practicing more acceptance
living in the moments
releasing my fears
especially of flying
because, you know
I wanna see the world
and how could I do that without flying?
after all,
what’s more beautiful
than flying above the clouds
coursing through blue skies
an aerial intoxication
up high, against gravity
my existence feels different
it feels destined
and purposeful

I continue to fly.

©2017 Liza Morales



further and further

the distance becomes

my arms are tired

but your feet have mileage


a stranded spirit

charging full speed

like the express 6 train

zooming by

skipping stops

uninterested in the journey

seeking a destination

that always seems to come

to a familiar dead end

with no one there

but a mirror and yourself

you hate what you see

so you keep running

with tears in your eyes

not of regret

but more so, frustration

repeating the same

expecting something different

Get out of your way!

and hold still for a minute


but you oppose

it’s too uncomfortable

so, you keep running

like the express 6 train —

my arms are tired

but your feet have mileage

you will get weary,

I hope.


© 2017 Liza Morales