Natasha Collazo

Joined June 2021

210 stories

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Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026

The Diary of an emo Latina OUT NOW

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"I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE YOU AGAIN." I clung to those last words, so long. and we did, a year later. If only words were true.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
Isle of Patmos
The decay of our affection was the bane of my felicity. A minuscule script for you. Exiling me to the bare discovery
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
When pigs fly
A storm is brewing. The town prepares the fatty calf. Every year on solstice they wait for a storm. In fact, they long for it. It hadn’t rained in over a decade in Hollow Hills. Word is, if it storms on solstice when the sun is highest in the sky, they will make a deal with the gods by presenting a sacrifice at dusk in exchange for rain so they can produce a healthy harvest.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Fiction
Salud!
A year it’s been. Never even noticed it until, well, now. Irreversible trauma I’ve unraveled into ink and sometimes acrylic paint; the expressionist developing inside this hollow
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
Secrets that are meant to be told
Dear Diary, You confine the few vulnerable interpretations of my heart in ink swirled alphabet. Conspiring language expounding from the inner most darkest parts of me.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
The mess I’ve made
Don’t do that, not yet. It’s kind of too late, what’s done is done. I know what to do. But I don’t see that being done.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
Permission
When I remember the taste of old I’m stricken with grief, because it terrifies me. I’m not terrified because I like it, I’m terrified because you don’t.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
I did pray for you
The broken fragments of my mind is a motion picture of RX blues rattling the orange plastic container. I yelled for you, but it was only from the clouds.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
Fantasia
It will end. This current of exhale and inhale. Married to our dreams, that’s all that it is. A brain that has feathers.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
Stranger things than fear. Top Story - June 2024.
I look in the mirror and my reflection is smiling back at me, with a sinister smile. The image of myself licks my lips but I did not.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Horror
Tides
Yesterday the sunset was orange. Today it was purple. Tomorrow it will be whatever tomorrow will be. The tide changes.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
Monster
Polar bears follow in the footsteps amidst this floating orbit, the ball that moves in silence. Roman numerals carved on stone; wild.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets