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”
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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?”
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”
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”
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”
A prayer for a blog
A Book Of Poems, Prayers, And PainTestimony Without Last name Elements Seen And HeardSome Days Feeling Much, And Some Days Numb.One Day let this blog be a book for The Broken-HeartedLet This Pain, These Petals, This Rain, thorns, lyrics and Quizzical Psalms Sing For Themselves.Nameless And Maybe Among these Scribbles And Stray Notes. You mayContinue reading “A prayer for a blog”
Too much
Too much. Yet never enough. Too hyper, but I drag myself out of bedToo kind, but not enough to stay. Too religious but not enough. Too much, too much too much to wait around for. Too much to stay for. Not kind enough. Yet I keep trying too much So I think I’ll stop talkingContinue reading “Too much”
Interpretations of translations
When my mind is blue…. I paint lilies with the dew. In the chaos of my heart, I draw songs out of the midst. Resonant and resounding. Upon my aged young face, I place sparkles upon the creases of each line. In my profound loneliness I’ve found consolation in poems. Ive learned to see patternsContinue reading “Interpretations of translations”
How much will you take from me?
God, you have graciously given me so muchBut these past two years- I’ve averaged a broken a bone per year. I broke my ankle, it healed and then I broke my arm. It healed and then a stranger raped me. I have lost my voice so many times: When I found my voice again aContinue reading “How much will you take from me?”
You did not change me
I will not change for you. No. I will wear my dress no longer. No. I will not love softer nor harsher. No I will live this live with joy and love. You can harm my body but God always heals my soul. You can steal my body for a night. You can steal myContinue reading “You did not change me”
The Silent Singer 