I am notYour daughterThe apple that slippedThrough your browncalloused mouthWas never meant
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Vol. I, No. VPoetrySeptember 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.
Sing, O GoddessSing about the RageDe nuestro puebloSingOf the ColorsThat run across
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new yorksmells likeflowershumiditycarrying the sweetscent
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Latest
Most recent work
The newest poems in the collection, most recent first.
new yorksmells likeflowershumiditycarrying the sweetscent
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I want to be The first thing you Think aboutAs the sunCrests over the mountain A clarion call of gold and umber
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I squeeze Feel your tender Heart’s fleshIn the webOf my fingersNails sharp
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What do I do with this yearning? This yawning hungerThis gnawing emptiness In my heartRightHere
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Everything
The complete works
All 58 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