The Return

This post lays between a poem and blog like two pages stuck together in your favorite book.

On the page where your favorite passage rests.

I took a break.

I lost my way in a hazy maze sometime in October- of some year.

I forgot what I enjoyed about writing.

I forgot how to write.

Maybe, I didn’t forget.

Maybe, I was ignoring the desire, the calling, the muse.

I just let myself fall off the wall refusing to let the kings-men help.

I moved around, numb, on my own endless hamster wheel, living a never-ending rut.

Then, suddenly, I find the desire and joy in writing.

I may not write all the time.

I may not be as consistent as I like but I am here, again.

I fall, over and over again and I like my wounds, I tend to them until they have healed.

I discover the urge that excited me was visiting Rip Van Winkle for a much needed slumber.

Maybe, I had nothing to write about and that’s ok.

Push button start, ignition, READY, SET, WRITE.

Copyright © Delia Marrero 2019 All rights reserved.

Poetry and Me

Today, I am working on my poems, and I must have hit a nerve.

I began to squirm.

Writing from a place of vulnerability can be exhausting, in part because of the emotional toll it can take on you. Exploring past issues, rehashing out experiences that were once dead and done, reliving memories can be hard.

Lately, I find myself sifting through a compartmentalized box of memories (good and bad).

Sometimes, we bury our feelings deep within the confines of our souls and never really find closure. We move on from a bad moment and some of us never get the closure we need. But, my personal trip down memory lane has left me with a sense of healing, or closure.

What does closure look like?

For me, it comes in the form of a series of poems that explore my life and identity as a woman, a minority, and mother trying to figure out who I am in the midst of trying to raise strong young women.

And, let me tell you I am tired.

I am tired of being subjected to a world that expects certain behaviors and norms in order to succeed. I am tired of the way society has created standards of beauty. I am tired of sitting in a room where I am silently criticized because I color my hair blue (purple, pink, and green) or I have henna on my hands. I’m tired of trying to fit into white America in my America.

But, in this exhaustion I also find truths.

I find that I love discovering myself. I love the beauty of language. I discover that the power of words can move me to tears, bring me joy, or bring me peace. In this vulnerable place of discovery, I use my words to heal my wounds, to find my serenity.

Within the spaces of my lines, I build my stanzas of truth creating my poetic voice.

Copyright © Delia Marrero 2019 All rights reserved.

Revised: An Empty Love Letter

I just revised this poem. I revised it because after reading it with fresh eyes I realized that it needed something else, it needed a facelift, a poetic facelift.

I am going to try and practice what I learned at The Martha’s Vineyard Institute of CreativeWriting.

I was fortunate enough to attend this program a few weeks ago and I learned so much.

I came home with a new found enthusiasm to work on my poetry and short stories. So this is my first revision of an old post.

via An Empty Love Letter

Creative Writing HELP

Hello everyone! It has been a long time since I posted a blog. I have not been writing much since the dreaded writer’s block has made its way into my life and has settled down for the long haul. Recently, I decided that I need to break through this writer’s block and I have been actively revisiting works from my past, rewriting, redrafting and submitting. I have been receiving rejection letters but they do not deter me. Then late one night I received an email stating: “Your poem, which speaks to both your love of poetry and the moment of birth of your work is wonderful, and your letter which reveals the joys and the struggles of creative writing (btw: I’ll be talking about my own first 100 rejections in the class I teach) is precisely why MVICW exists—you seem a perfect match for our program.” I received a partial scholarship opportunity for a week-long writing workshop.

I am writing to ask for your help. Since this is only a partial scholarship p I still have to pay the remaining tuition balance, lodging and travel expenses.

I am reaching out because I need help. I have had unforeseen expenses and my general responsibilities and bills have made this surprising opportunity a little challenging to come up with all the necessary funds. The program received an additional donation and reached to me for the opportunity. If you can help it would be greatly appreciated.

Below is the link to my go fund me campaign:





Let’s Share: Patricia Bell-Scott

Again, I am going to talk about another wonderful woman I met over the weekend at this writing conference I attended.

Patricia Bell-Scott, I don’t even have words to describe the friendship that emerged. She is an award winning published author and all around humble human being.

Please check out her website:

Then purchase her newest book:

The Firebrand and the First Lady 

Let’s Share: Lisa St. John

You ever meet anyone who you instantly connect with? Someone who is amazing, happy and authentic. That is Lisa, I met her at a writer’s conference over the weekend and I cannot begin to tell you how kind she is. She touched my heart with her generosity and sincerity.

Check out her blog.

Oh, and her poetry because it is beautiful.

Let’s Share: Mary Beth

I made a new friend at a conference I attended over the weekend. Please stop by her and visit her blog. She was absolutely delightful and kind. She definitely had an infectious smile.

Happy Monday!


Home is a Cup of Tea

This is absolutely beautiful! I just had to share it!


Candace Rose Rardon | Longreads | July 2017 | 10 minutes (2,882 words)

Let’s play a game. It’s called, “Being You, Right Now.” Perhaps you’re reading this on your way to work, defending your corner of the train with a well-placed elbow. Or are you at home? If so, please, put the kettle on. Yes, right now. I’ll wait.

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Liebster Award

Thank you very much to K.D. Dowdall for nominating me for the Liebster Award! I am humbled to be recognized by other bloggers. Please visit K.D. Dowdall at:  and you will find a beautifully written and thoughtful blog.

The Rules:

  • Say thank you to the person who nominated you for the award.
  • Answer the 11 questions you have been asked.
  • Nominate and notify 11 bloggers for the award.
  • Ask those you have nominated 11 questions.

The Questions:

  1. Why did you choose book blogging over something else?

It came at the suggestion of my English Professor Charles French. He kept suggesting it and one day I decided to try it!

  1. What is one thing you’re really passionate about beside books?

My daughters and education. These two go hand in hand. I noticed that there was a clear difference in the education they received when we lived in a poor neighborhood vs. when we moved into a township. I made the decision to move so that my children can attend a better school. The funny thing is that these schools were in the same school district one school served a poor neighborhood and the other didn’t. These schools were also less than a mile away from each other. So I tell everyone who will listen about what I experienced because it is my ultimate belief that education is the most important equalizer we have as a society and when school in the same district provide different education based on resources then I believe that is a problem.

  1. Have your reading tastes changed over the years?

I guess they have but I am not really sure.

  1. What is your favorite vacation spot?

Vacation? Me… I am way over due for one.

  1. Do you collect anything (other than books)?

Yarn, I crochet. I buy yarn because in my mind I am going to make a new hat or a pair of gloves with the beautiful yarn I see in front of me. I have several projects started but they are all put away for the summer.

  1. What has been your favorite book so far this year?

Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruis Zafon, a magical book that sweeps you away into the pages. There are books and then there are books. This is the latter the vivid imagery and connection to the this story made this one of those books that will remain with me forever. I loved it so much I picked up the Spanish copy to read it and two more of his books.

  1. What is one law you would change if you could?

When I am President I will let you know the answer to this.

  1. If you had to donate money to a charity, which one would you choose?

Honestly, I would start my own.

  1. What is your favorite genre to read?

Anything Ray Bradbury, I like historical fiction, science-fiction and… Books, books are my favorite genre to read.

  1. 1 What is your dream car?

Well, I had my dream car until the accident so now I just want a good car with all-wheel drive winters are brutal some years.

  1. What do you consider your greatest accomplishment?

Well, after many years I would say completing my degree is one of those accomplishments. I recently just finished my BA this year, which is exciting after the many years of part-time school, full-time work and raising children I received Latin honors of Cum Laude, although I curse my final A-, which stood between me and my Magna. Other than that, my daughters are my biggest accomplishment, they never cease to amaze me. Sometimes they speak and leave me in awe because they really do pay attention and they really are taking in more than I thought they were.  Although, the world needs to be forewarned they really are like their mother.

They are my  yin-yang, as if one of me wasn’t enough for the world.

My nominees:

I don’t have any this time around. Those I wanted to nominate have the award already or have it listed that they are an award free blog but here are a few of my favs for you to check out

Music Saves My Soul: She Used to Be Mine


I heard this song on the Tony’s last year and even Broadway can strike a chord that resonates within:

It’s not what I asked for
Sometimes life just slips in through a back door
And carves out a person and makes you believe it’s all true
And now I’ve got you
And you’re not what I asked for
If I’m honest, I know I would give it all back
For a chance to start over and rewrite an ending or two
For the girl that I knew (Waitress)

I listened to this song and recognized the feeling in her voice, felt the pain in the words and knew the hope that grows inside. I am sharing because someone I do believe this is a very beautiful piece.