Latina Author and Poet
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C.P. Florez writes short stories and poetry with an urban flavor. Her debut novel, The Daughter Bond to be released in March 2023.
Born in New York City to Puerto Rican parents, her inspiration is urban and personal, rich in imagery, yet relevant and grounded in the reality of everyday lives.
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Member of Women's Fiction Writer's Association
Member of Alliance of Independent Authors
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C. P. Florez has published two books: Puerto Rican Love Stories and Nenadich Street, Poems and Passages. Her debut novel, The Daughter Bond, is available for pre-order.
Puerto Rican Love Stories
Puerto Rican Love Stories
Deceptively simple stories that portray the diverse facets of the Puerto Rican experience through characters who love, lust, strive, and weather loss and disappointment. Human frailty, betrayal, passion, and the joy of love and family dominate the narrative.
Available now at https://www.amazon.com/Puerto-Rican-Love-Stories-Florez/dp/1977204120/ref=sr_1_3?crid=2UXAM75NAUNLC&keywords=puerto+rican+love+stories&quid
Nenadich Street, Poems and Passages
A collection of poems and essays that speak the heart of a woman as she reflects on relationships and social issues.
The Third Avenue El
Vestigial organ of the subway system
Cane seats, worn leather straps
It groans its way on old tired tracks,
Steep stairs, cold air
A shuttle of poverty and neglect
No Second Avenue Subway please
All gentry off at Ninety-Sixth Street
Why not from the misery deflect
Their gazes so they don't see
Poor people sitting on hard seats
Or hear the sad groan and rattle
Of the tired Third Avenue El
Nenadich Street, Poems and Passages
A collection of poems and essays that speak the heart of a woman as she reflects on relationships and social issues.
The Third Avenue El
Vestigial organ of the subway system
Cane seats, worn leather straps
It groans its way on old tired tracks,
Steep stairs, cold air
A shuttle of poverty and neglect
No Second Avenue Subway please
All gentry off at Ninety-Sixth Street
Why not from the misery deflect
Their gazes so they don't see
Poor people sitting on hard seats
Or hear the sad groan and rattle
Of the tired Third Avenue El
More Poems . . .
Summer
Hold Summer in your mouth
Let in linger on your lips
On your tongue savor vinho verde,
Tangerine popsicles and strawberry lemonade
Fill your eyes with sky,
Vivid blooms of dark-eyed susans
Swaying lilies, gleaming grasses
Moving through the sparkle of the dunes
Sink your toes deep into the sand
Know the heat of the sun
In the soles of your feet
Celebrate that it's still summer
More Poems . . .
Summer
Hold Summer in your mouth
Let in linger on your lips
On your tongue savor vinho verde,
Tangerine popsicles and strawberry lemonade
Fill your eyes with sky,
Vivid blooms of dark-eyed susans
Swaying lilies, gleaming grasses
Moving through the sparkle of the dunes
Sink your toes deep into the sand
Know the heat of the sun
In the soles of your feet
Celebrate that it's still summer
