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    The night was young, hot-blooded and fun – filled with terror and delight so much so we lost our sight,in the misty 1 am fog of Troy, New York’s relentless cogs turning and turning with our passionate yearning The corner store was our quest and I love’s was our hold where our tales of liquor…

    June 2, 2026

    Renee-Valentina Pascua

    Poetry
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  • Waking up for Work

    NOTICE: You don’t                                                                 make sure to be precise – care for your trash – care for your recyclables – remember it’s Tuesday wrapping leaves wake you when trash of yours returns visiting in the 5am light of upstate New York                            with his satisfaction and your ribs,                                                                         your ribs,                                                                         your ribs,          break beneath…

    June 2, 2026

    Renee-Valentina Pascua

    Poetry
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  • A Play In One Act

    (Thunder crashes, Charlie sits downstage left, enter Rosie through the bedroom door)She was quiet like the calm of a storm and took center stage with a raging silence unbeknownst to Charlie. Her eyes like knives — bloodshot and heavy — with very little temptation in their color. (The ceiling collapses revealing a multitude of corpses.…

    June 2, 2026

    Renee-Valentina Pascua

    Poetry
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  • The AD Said we Have to Reshoot This

    (Title card fades in. Cut to over the shoulder shot of aclown pissing in a bucket while his wife paints the walls with the lives of better men) Last night my mind racing was like in a filmDon’t buy into It. Yes It. No, notIT, but It.That Pulp Fiction Limitless belief inSixth Sense that you…

    June 2, 2026

    Renee-Valentina Pascua

    Poetry
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  • An Empty Suitcase

    An empty suitcase I am leaving in the middle of nowhereSits firmly in the sand of a hot desert oasis in Portland.I can’t help but think all the lovers in my life don’t care. I hop on the nearest city bus (a four mile walk) and pay the fareI got a call from work and…

    June 2, 2026

    Renee-Valentina Pascua

    Poetry
    archive, college poems, old poems, Poetry
  • Yellow

    I was on cocaine, bath salts, and pot.Awake in the parking lot of the harbor,my whole corpse shaking like the color yellow -wanting to finally reach my potentialas a person – a human being,kissing the sores on my lips. I miss the stains of your lips,on the rims of my glasses and the potholes all…

    June 2, 2026

    Renee-Valentina Pascua

    Poetry
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  • Amidst the Stars

    I did perhaps find you amidst the stars.In jest we mocked the theatre where we danced.Without a kiss we shut the doors of carsand shared a look more knowing and long. Glanced away from bliss that we both felt. A flameinside our lips and wishing with contentthat we could so break free from chains and…

    June 2, 2026

    Renee-Valentina Pascua

    Poetry
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  • Ode to the Pill Bottle

    To washing down my pills with bitter beer!I hope to god the visions will stay clearI seek the comfort of a salt. In spite,of things they say and do I do make lightof dangers or of labels on the box,of black box warnings with a paradoxto things they list or things they missed. I takethem…

    June 2, 2026

    Renee-Valentina Pascua

    Poetry
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  • Voiceless

    Her anxious stutter peppered her voice.All the scars and cuts she had taken,all because there were parts of herthat were deemed wrong – unfitto serve the ideal of a woman’s body -Like Helen of Troy, her beauty was her curse. And so she went forth with that curseeven when she was a shaken voice.Her words…

    June 2, 2026

    Renee-Valentina Pascua

    Poetry
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  • I Wear Blue on the Outside, Because Blue is a Good Color on Me and I Don’t Define my Value with Archaic Forms of Self Expression (or How do you Blue?)

    I once held my breath so long my lips turned blueAnother time it was 40 below with the wind chill and my fingers were blue tooWhen I wanted people to stop looking at me I dyed half my head blue as well Then you showed up- Fuck your blue eyes, and blue hair, and blue…

    June 2, 2026

    Renee-Valentina Pascua

    Poetry
    archive, college poems, old poems, Poetry
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