Rising by Christian Camacho

I walked with my insecurities by the river Listening to the babbling of the waters. Slowly, the river pushes at the bank, pulls the bed from its place until it has torn its self apart. I left my anger in the jungle. A fallen leaf rotting on the primal floor A bright green bud in … Continue reading Rising by Christian Camacho


On Borrowed Time by Christian Camacho

The morning light pours into the bedroom. Paul is late. He checks for his wallet before heading out the door. The flaps of his coat sway as a cold wind blows down the street. Paul waves for a taxi, as he gets in he says, “Saint Anthony’s Hospital, on 43rd.” The taxi ride back to … Continue reading On Borrowed Time by Christian Camacho