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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Knots
the sunlight on my skin when my body is at war, feels—grim, frantic.
By Natasha Collazo8 months ago in Poets
Consider the Ant
She’s not a daydream— she’s a craftsman, a chef, a gardener. She doesn’t do it for show. Nor is she a showstopper— Like the dragonfly, or grasshopper,
By Natasha Collazo8 months ago in Poets
Monks and Minnows
My palace looks a bit different. Wrought with bars of iron and chilly nights, an altar made of concrete, a solace catered by fright.
By Natasha Collazo8 months ago in Poets
Whispers before the screams come
Something is holding its breath—as if time itself were bracing for a rupture. I float the hallway, where memory ferments the walls reeking what was never said.
By Natasha Collazo8 months ago in Poets
Lest I Stray
I tremble, lest I stray from Thy holy will, for Thou alone dost order my steps aright. Let me not waltz from Thy sacred song,
By Natasha Collazo8 months ago in Poets
Satin Ghosts . Top Story - May 2025.
I met an elderly widow, who carried ghosts in her pocket. She smelled of Avon’s Red Door and mothballs. She called them memories,
By Natasha Collazo8 months ago in Poets
What History Was Meant To Leave Out
“In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.” ‭‭Genesis‬ ‭1‬:‭1‬-‭2‬ ‭
By Natasha Collazo8 months ago in History
If it Quacks
I’m walking a balancing beam soles turned out, duck-footed with poise. Teetering the edge of conviction, between my grandmother and mother.
By Natasha Collazo8 months ago in Poets
Pine Needles and Ink.
For this poem, I took all the " Tattooed lines" from my entries in the Tattoo this line challenge and created one poem. I was not disappointed with how they flowed in rythm together dripping line after line. It was as if I was sitting silently, by a live creek, moving in ripples watching my reflection move with it. These lines all tell a story through the different pieces of me.
By Natasha Collazo9 months ago in Poets
A Day in the Life of: Stock Market by Day, Journalist by Night- Human All of the Time
Waking up is purgatory for a person who suffers an inflammation disease. It causes everything that happens next to strain more vigorous than it has to be.
By Natasha Collazo9 months ago in Poets
My Closet Keeps the Spore
The threat of hurricane Milton came and went. I was surprised by the lack of damage it spared, or so I thought. Behind the denial of drywall.
By Natasha Collazo9 months ago in Poets
When Pigs Fly Dirty
sky’s getting crowded these days a duck a crane a paper plane. sky-bound swine wear your pink snout pretty but don’t hide
By Natasha Collazo9 months ago in Poets