Natasha Collazo

Joined June 2021

209 stories

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Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026

The Diary of an emo Latina OUT NOW

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The Choice
He weighed the silence, yet pressed against the devil— choice erased his name.
By Natasha Collazo5 months ago in Poets
Let there be light
There’s purpose in your light. From the beginning, you were spoken into place. To divide and provide season, and change. There is purpose in your name, “ Lesser light” to bridge the dark from the dawn, to hold the rhythm of song, to create time where silence stretched endless. For the night had no kindness until you came, quiet and soothing.
By Natasha Collazo5 months ago in Poets
Cradling my Shadows
All that I’ve written holds both dark and light, For without night, the sun cannot arrive, The cavernous depths revealed the swords of my mind,
By Natasha Collazo5 months ago in Poets
Season and Sensibility
The leaf reunites, Christmas, summer, life and death, falling into one.
By Natasha Collazo5 months ago in Poets
When it falls
The world waits for it, when it falls, a single leaf heals something in us.
By Natasha Collazo5 months ago in Poets
Mid-Air. Runner-Up in Falling Leaves Challenge.
a single leaf drifts mid-air; a thousand lifetimes pause to catch its breath.
By Natasha Collazo5 months ago in Poets
The Door Left Open
You left the door open, a cool breeze bit my skin, Snow flurries covered the entrance, white and sore I knew no one was coming back again.
By Natasha Collazo5 months ago in Poets
If you knew it was the end
If you knew it was the end, not on your terms, not by your blade— would you have lived more than mere greatness? Would it be enough
By Natasha Collazo5 months ago in Poets
Poets Love Their Birds
Poets love their birds. When I study poetry, there’s always a dove, a sparrow, a gull— literary wings. Unoriginal.
By Natasha Collazo5 months ago in Poets
Flora and Freaks. Winner in Somewhere Between Here and There Challenge. Top Story - August 2025.
smiling in checkout lines kneeling in pews a child can raise the gun and doesn’t look much different than you * a father can betray his ring
By Natasha Collazo5 months ago in Poets
The Modern Siren
It’s taken me years to get here to write more than passing thoughts, to weave words like weathered cloth in a room freshly painted.
By Natasha Collazo6 months ago in Poets
Literary Secrets of Sylvia Plath
“Wherever I sat, on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.”
By Natasha Collazo6 months ago in BookClub