Where do I begin?The soft folds of her body&The fierce fire of her eyesAre a good placeI remember what she said
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Vol. I, No. VPoetryAugust 2026Morgan Collado
The Chapbook
Poems, unbound
my collected works early and new gathered here. about me, my life and my rage, my grief and love, about being a trans Latina in the years these were made.
Drawn today
A reading
Three poems, drawn today. Come back tomorrow for three more — or draw again now.
DisplacedMy Body tornInto precise/ PiecesDistilledInto marrow
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It’s like a fish hookCaught on my heartThe dancing rhythm in my chestMatchingThe constant tug of theAngler
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Latest
Most recent work
The newest poems in the collection, most recent first.
Whittled Down to the bone The length of my stomach Measured in the Calories I can consume
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The judges gavel cracksMy head split in twoNotGuiltyInnocent slainYet cleared of all charges
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Sometimes the only thing I can do is bendTwistMy shapeAbandonedFor anotherThe full moon
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OpenLike the scent of orchidsOpenLike the whisper of baby’s breathOpenLike
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Everything
The complete works
All 49 poems, by the year they were written. Filter them by what they are about.
2026
2012
- Make Love to Rage
- Its Starting to Feel
- How to be a Douchebag
- I
- Tombs
- Juntos
- Whole Pieces
- Sometimes you get lost
- Whispers
- For Cherríe
- Burn
- No Longer
- Who Knows Best?
- Where do I begin?
- For Fierce Brown Mamas
- The Sun still Rises
- I Want to Live
- Forced Silence/Forced Speech
- Distance
- Why I am a Fierce Bitch
- Love like Hurricane
- My Man
- Feel Me
- Like This
- Mi Madre
- Familia
- Bound
- Red and Blue Lights
- Toxic
- Barren
- Ephemera
- Rage
- Enough
- Explosions
- Home