Author: Joe Salazar

  • The Only Living Boy in New York (Poem/Visual)
  • “The Type” A Poem/Visual

    A cliff notes version of the love that got away.

  • Untitled Poem About Resilience

    You’re alive. Act accordingly.

  • “Watching” (Poem/Visual)

    Poem about a man that’s either lost his mind or proved the world wrong.

  • Night Air

    Short Poem called, “Night Air” and the video for it below: Night folds around me,the city hums beneath my feet.Shadows curve and stretch along the pavement, the air thick with quiet possibility.I move with it,sensing something unseen, guiding me forward.  

  • A 1940s Love Poem (Visual)

    A The Notebook-esque dream I didn’t want to wake from.

  • “This City Love”

    A Friday night poem about a city love.

  • “Life’s Magic”

    A poem about the little things in life that make it beautiful.

  • Whispers of Fall

    I wrote this poem about fall sneaking up on us right before our eyes. Spoken word video below too: Fall begins in whispers, but you feel it everywhere In the chill that drifts through open windows, in the way the morning light softens like it’s trying to be gentle with us. The trees don’t shout…

  • Just Life

    A poem I wrote called “Just Life” and the spoken word video: And there it was Another reason to wake up To pause, to love everything around me It wasn’t her, or a drink, or indulgence It was life The beauty in everything Just life That is enough

  • The Moons Promise

    It was just for that momentEverything had alignedThe moon vibrantly floating above the buildingsThe acknowledgement of the nights beautyThat moment passed behind the clouds but the feeling lingered in the airThis is new.This is it.Inhale it, taste it, embrace it.The moons promise will visit again

  • Spooky Season

    I’ve always been a huge fan of spooky, creepy, horror movie season. I feel like I long for it throughout the year. Whether it comes from watching horror movies with parents as a child (on TNT or USA channel), or just the entire vibe of fall in general; regardless I’m starting another video series, partially…

  • The Type

    She’s the type of beauty you didn’t think could exist At least in my world The world of self doubts And unworldly bad luck The type you suffer through hours of terrible karaoke at an undersized dive bar off broadway Just to spend every second absorbing the colors of her eyes and making every cheesy…