Found by Morisa Berroa

The river calls to me


Mo has filled countless journals since the age of seven. She writes because sometimes spoken word is not enough and a quiet page allows her a space to hear the world around her. She shares her love of writing with her NYC public high school students.  

begging for my tears

again and again

under many cycles

of her moon

I’ve nurtured life

feeding the locals

my sorrow

buried in its bedrock

my memories

evolving in new landscape

further down the stream

fractions of memory escape me

by the millisecond

in the current

I am found.









The Acentos Review 2019