Perhaps, thoughts of sadness do not exist in us, but outside of ourselves. It’s sometimes difficult for us to express our affectation. Emotions exist in many languages and expressive cultures. Yet, in this world we are survivors. Let us learn to love deeper. Perhaps, our sorrows and twisting paths only occur to amass our encountersContinue reading “Nunca se quita. Never Quit”
Author Archives: Silent Singer
These simple things
Your first expressions…. your silly faces, smiles and hugs surpass the beauty of those things we have ordained with marked complexity. Your simple eyes, endowed with grace and smallest utterances bestow your mother’s eyes with smooth silk threads. Beads of light braided into your small head, your curls are graced with goodness. A mothers loveContinue reading “These simple things”
Lady Liberty
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,With conquering limbs astride from land to land;Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall standA mighty woman with a torch, whose flameIs the imprisoned lightning, and her nameMother of Exiles. From her beacon-handGlows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes commandThe air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.“Keep, ancient lands, yourContinue reading “Lady Liberty”
Happy Thursday
Have a wonderful week. I hope you enjoy this mini playlist of beautiful encouraging songs. God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change. Courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference. Five months later and I’m still living in my car. The rattle of the roadContinue reading “Happy Thursday”
Ice Storm in Texas 2023
A Great Blue Heron by the Texas Gulf
A Dry Arroyo in Rural New Mexico
Thank you 2022 Readers
Happy New Year to all of those lovely people who have the taken the time to be read my blog over these past three years! I started this blog as a space to process a tremendous amount of loss, the deaths of friends and family, moving, transitions, violence. This blog was a space for meContinue reading “Thank you 2022 Readers”
Wolf Moon
The waves rushed under the flower moon of mid mays dewy lips. And now the light falls down off the wolf moon and it buries the grass, with it’s icy warmth. Laconic whispers of the rain. The snow falls silent now.
Parable of Characters
The sky doesn’t ask the bird, why it has to fly. Neither does the wind question why the lion roars. The sand does not ask the water not to ebb and flow. Nor the grass why the gazelle leaps so gracefully, so feebly. The snow does for us to judge the ice for its bitterContinue reading “Parable of Characters”
The soundscapes of highway 183
Soundscapes of the stars as your sleeping in your car. There’s this concept in the humanities called reflexivity. It’s essentially the idea that our lived experiences can define our epistemologies and ontologies: So, what does it mean to sleep in a car? The rushing of the highway, the scratching of Velcro on windows and rustlingContinue reading “The soundscapes of highway 183”
Big Bend State Park in October
Pinnacle Mountain State Park in Autumn
What makes a beautiful poem?
Is a beautiful poem evocative ethnography? Impregnated with descriptions and aesthetics- but at its core a representation of culture? Does it it stir the affectations- Stilvan Tomkins? Is a beautiful poem, beautiful due to its politically? It’s ontologies and epistemologies made digestible for public consumption? Is it accessible? Does it speak with for and byContinue reading “What makes a beautiful poem?”
Entombed String Instrument
The grand ash tree on almond road was cut to mold my girth on October 24th. And the plucked metal became my voice. So it was in the death of my ancestors, I first sounded. The luthier created me with love, but with jaded fret hands. Hands that could not strum, nor hold a chord.Continue reading “Entombed String Instrument”
Premonitions
Premonitions begin behind the eyes. A melody that sneaks onto your doorstep, that slipped in with the wind. Behind your eyes, it’s a feeling like you are about to cry. You eyes feel like wells, but you just don’t know why. This feeling that you know some misfortune is waiting to be foretold. It’s anContinue reading “Premonitions”
Crawling Spider
Her spider legs are Crawling And Creeping And Christening The Silence of The Deep. She Curls And Coddle ConsonantsAnd Folds And Toils Strings Of Syllables. Catching moths wither her Blackened nets, weaving in their Golden Dusty Wings. And with her arms full of gossamer silk, she gazes silently at her silver sea
Falling up
For Years I Had This Image In My HeadFalling Losing Crawling FallingBut Where I Fell The Ground Was SweetThere Was Honey And Grass So GreenWhere I Fell Was Safe And Warm Like falling into loving ArmsI Thought That I Was Falling DownI Grasped For Something All AroundI Looked Up And I Looked DownMy Face PlantedContinue reading “Falling up”
Simulation
We are not herereality is gone We imagine a world more beautifulWho says that that is wrong?We meet our loved ones by the shoresWe dance and feel no shameWe sing and we are happy. And when we pray it’s not in vain.
Maybe we started writing….
Maybe We Started Writing . . .So Someone Would Listen ToOur Hidden WhispersAmong Alpine TreesWe Were So QuietOur Thoughts Always RacedWe Needed Someone To Still UsSo God Gave Us Pens In Their Place.
Pink Pens
In the margins of my notebook are peonies and poodles: I write with a pink or a purple pen. I think better in poems and songs than paragraphs. I write faster with voice recordings. I understand more through action than I do through words. I understand more the language of greased hands than I doContinue reading “Pink Pens”
Christmas Cactus
Wandering Alone
People are afraid of adventure. And thus in my exploring….. I tend to wander, solitary. I’ve seen oceans, streams and forests. Held the water in my hands. And I no longer miss the moments passed, nor dream to hold another’s hands. In this silence, I’ve found purpose. I no longer yearn nor need. My troublesContinue reading “Wandering Alone”
The Dancing Dragonfly
Little Dancing Dragonfly.Your Wings Wander With The Winds.Prepared AlwaysWith Lips Which Love.Among Souls Shall You Sound Serene. As You Fly Unto Foreign SkiesAnd Arise Round The Gloam’ing Lean Amidst Their Lilting LakeYour Touching Charms of Silver-GreenAnd Iridescent Lace.
Morning Melancholy
Friends are fickle and Families start feuds. Crushes will crush you and men will harm you.Consoling words I told myself to soothe the tears and intrusive thoughts away. I’ve stood by people who watched me drown. And drowned before those people who now standby I’m more cautious now of my heart…. With all its openContinue reading “Morning Melancholy”
October First
It’s Saturday and I’m asleep in my car at a Texas state park underneath the stars. This isn’t where I thought I would be as I’m approaching 25. It’s beautiful and chaotic. The Gemini twins must be guiding me. I always thought I would be a singer. Since I was two years old, this isContinue reading “October First”
Reflection
Anyone who has not seen the ending of Reign. I’m enclosing it here with my favorite poem. All of Reign is painful to watch, it’s a reminder of how much suffering there is in this world whatever your social class. The following poem is my favorite poem of all time by Edgar Allen Guest. “IContinue reading “Reflection”
Saved thirty three times
Call me a heretic, but I don’t believe in hell. God’s love was not a transaction. And I don’t need hell to complete the concept of heaven. Capitalism in our texts: the wages of sin is death and Jesus paid it all. I don’t expect this life to ease its suffering…. only to walk besideContinue reading “Saved thirty three times”
The damned promise land
We are taught that heaven can not exist without hell. That pleasure is paid trough pain Wealth is reaped from the famished. And our promised land was built on the genocide of the damned. Our forgiveness came through another’s false condemnation. Our mercy, we drink with blood. God’s power comes through his rejection of theContinue reading “The damned promise land”
On Theology and Talismans 🧿
1. Idolatry is caused by positing unloving behaviors, actions, and thoughts above god and people. Idolatry is false love—— charms symbolism and myth are culture. They are distinct and inter complicated. 2. Culture in and of itself is not oppositional to religion. Though some may view be confused by this conflation. 3. The lack ofContinue reading “On Theology and Talismans 🧿”
The Silent Singer 