Declines and Inclines


Declines would be nothing,
If it weren’t for inclinations,
Yet for every incline,
Flat ground must also exist.
They work in harmony
To create life for one another,
Without one,
The other is dull.
Without either,
Their identity is shifted.
It is the ugly beauty of life.
In moments of heart wrenching decline,
Times of thrilling incline
Are just beyond the flat horizon.


About Tatiana Figueroa Ramirez

Born in Puerto Rico and raised in the mainland United States, I graduated with a B.A. in English Literature from the University of Maryland, Baltimore County (UMBC) and am a 2016 VONA Voices Alumna. I currently perform spoken-word in the greater Washington D.C. area and have previously performed in Philadelphia, Miami, and the Dominican Republic. Most recently, I have been published in Public Pool, Spillwords, and The Acentos Review, and Here Comes Everyone: East & West Issue.

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