I wonder what it would be like

to stretch out my arms

touch the sky, the stars.

Melt in the wind’s embrace.

Love harder than ever before.

To go on a journey,

a long journey,

and come back home

and sigh.

To refuse to sink.

To be like a hawk,

clear, brilliant eyes.

Watch my soul

walk beside me

in the moonlight.

To die every day with joy.

To be human.

To wonder.


In flames: A poem about the unfair burning of ‘witches’…


They push me into the square

and tied me down.

They lit the ground at my feet.

The flames started to lick my toes.

My mother always warned me

not to get close to fire.

But I am confined to this area

of flame and heat.

I close my eyes.

I open them.

My shoes are gone.

My dress has caught.

I am done for.

What have I done wrong?

Why do I deserve this

untimely and gruesome death?

The heat crawls up my legs.

Fire surrounds my waist.

I look down at the people

who were once my neighbors.

They have stopped cheering.

The children stare up at me.

They look at me as though I am a goddess.

I have swallowed my fear.

I live.

I have not done wrong,

yet they hold me in fire.

And I live.


I love this.

Eva Santiago

There is a smell and feel of dawn long before the light
Dawn smells like:
An untraveled path
A rose about to bloom
A hot cup of steaming green tea

There is a smell and feel of dawn long before light
Dawn feels like:
A newborn’s breath on my cheek
My lover’s kiss on my eager lips
A hug from some one you have not embraced in a while
An unexpected smile…

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014


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