The Musings of Kristina Rose Garcia

Dive In

It’s under my surface; Always. The irritation rains, collected. Irrigation to the guilt garden in my brain. A thing with no name and shameless fame occupying the spaces between myself and the sane. Built different. Small differences lead to false inferences and does anyone really know who I am; Do you dare dive deeper toContinue reading “Dive In”

2021 NYC Poetry Festival

What an honor to share the stage with the Murmurs and Shouts family representing Clipper Coffee Bronx. Great festival on Governors island celebrating the art of poetry.

Apartment 2E

We could smell her death from across the hall. It seeped through the walls and her spine, it crawled. Down she fell. We let her fallIgnored her call call calldown the halls. Death stalled, appalled at the wreckage. Heart to hemorrhage and decay,She knew he only stayed cuz she paidBut it’s a step away fromContinue reading “Apartment 2E”


I took eleventh grade English high. Soared beyond Bronx skies into my third eye. I see me. I live in powertry. Healing the things that were eating me. Like broken Spanish, culture vanished in white smoke. Kept it closed when my mouth stumbled and spoke. But on the page I let it go – IContinue reading “Assimilation”


Grief; A new old strife that lives on the edge of a knife. Be polite. Don’t ask about the bruises. Each one, belts looped like nooses patted rosey with excuses. I’m foolish. Angry I can have everything except his wedding ring… Spinning, watered down maybes making me crazy. Skidding towards the wall – – –Continue reading “Grief;”


I’m falling apart because I can’t outsmart him; Wins every time, spins his words and mine into a maze of his sick game. It’s a shame really because I feel better truly with myself except I can’t reach, can’t reach that key on the shelf to set me free from himself. Keeps on destroying myContinue reading “Him.”

Easy Way

Mama said we got money. Don’t worry honey – but use one tissue instead of two – If you grew up in a house with tissue boxes or like us, it came off the toilet paper roll before you blew. Did you rinse your cans, cause roaches. Broaches issues you don’t understand. Careful, said Mama.Continue reading “Easy Way”


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