Jonathan Darren Garcia

POETRY

Amos, when you are in the Desert

I have stared into headlights,
And felt the car move through me —
like a phantom
I have fallen on the sharp branches of an oak tree —
swallowed splinters like food
I have felt the night kiss me goodbye —
woke with red eyes,
carrying the sky’s golden, amber flames

Prayers, Prayers, Prayers —

I have felt my dreams fold
and have seen the face of eternity.
I have spoken to the darkness.
It tells me it misses the light.
Quiet your heart and see.
Amos, quiet your heart and see.
The air is alive with miracles
around you.

Amoria with doubt

The sky hangs low — bleating
roots drink from the rain’s dirty mouth
and reach for your feet

Minutes twist thin — unbreaking
Your teeth are claws in your mouth
you bite your lips
chew your nails
inhale air that gets lost
running towards the lungs

Your quiet tears — kept.
Answered by a silent angel
May you cross the bridge of dandelions
and sleep

and dream yourself small again —
Held,
blessed before you knew
what it meant to fall —

Jonathan Darren Garcia is a San Antonio-based writer and has been published in several literary magazines, including From Whisper To Roars, Beyond the Veil, Voices Dela Luna, That Gray Zine, etc. He is a current staff contributor for 2x award-winning PEPPER magazine. On his off time, he is drinking his favorite coffee and dreaming.

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