HeyJaredRicardo Guzman Jr
Writer. Enthusiast of art, lover of literature, and endlessly curious about too many things. I try to bring the fire in my poetry. Scared of heights.
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- Sep 29, 2026
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- Jul 16, 2026
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Vintage Dinosaurs (opens the original)
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The Rung Guitar (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedGlorious is the day when the guitar no longer sits in the corner it's true the song begins before it's even lifted off the stand an air of possibility in reluctance's death fingers meshed into strings the oneness pain feels good playing has a magical sting and we are better for it<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!4Oei!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:
The Trip (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedshe wakes to an empty space beside her she doesn’t mind my sleepwalking I don't object to her need to rearrange furniture regularly I've banged my knees on tables regularly I've fallen in my sleep regularly I'm pressed into the living room carpet stirred by sizzling bacon and the blanket smell of buttermilk pancakes over coffee she sees a new scrape on my arm from last night and says it looks like Hawaii<div
Tears, No Tint (opens the original)
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A man drives at the mercy of the radio and swirling memories. In his head there’s a “days since last incident” monitor displayed on his windshield. The ‘incident’ is crying. The number doesn’t get too high because he listens to love songs often. Even the upbeat ones stir emotion. Lyrics beautiful enough to conjure tears even when you’re dancing. What’s the point of listening if you aren’t gonna feel them? He likes the hurting kind the best. Like a true love song that knows no limits of passion,
Blended (opens the original)
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