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”
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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”
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.
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”
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”
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”
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.
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”
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”
Momma Sunshine and her Son Starlight
She was going out with a firefighter, but he burned more than he put out. He said I’m done. She said, love, you said I was your one? Later on that day. She found out she got a baby on the way. So she calls up her momma and says what do I do. IContinue reading “Momma Sunshine and her Son Starlight”
Court was worse than rape
I don’t understand why the prosecutor has to make you feel guilty in the cross examination. All they could do was a protection order. Our lawyers settled on this but then when he found out he wasn’t allowed to buy firearms in the area I was living he became irate. I don’t understand why aContinue reading “Court was worse than rape”
Dusty Roads
I’m driving down these dusty roads and I can’t seem to find you/ I’m driving down these dusty roads and I cant seem to find you. They say God lends us people for a reason for a season but I never wanted you to go. So I’m driving down these dusty roads just reaching forContinue reading “Dusty Roads”
Sobrino
My sister almost died in childbirth. But you? You are a blessing? Why. . . You never seem to cry! You smiles center her whole world. You bring laughter to her lips, light to her eyes. Valentine, so beloved. You brought love back to her life. I’m thankful my dear nephew, for the blessing thatContinue reading “Sobrino”
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”
Baptism without the rain
Welcome to New Mexico Now you may think that it’s dusty You may not notice it’s beauty at first But I hope dear friend after we spent so much time in the cold together that you can also see the beauty beyond snow in these dry landsCertain people think that the desert is always aContinue reading “Baptism without the rain”
Rules for false love and amicable friendships or rules of survival under duress
1. Feign submission at all times until power and distance can be firmly attained2. Speak thoughts in silence and untoned; pray away the violence of others 3. Remember past grievances 4. Beware your confidants5. Conceal wealth and wisdom6, Gaurd against green eyes7. Garner emotions for other activities9. Never fall prey to men or to bloodlinesContinue reading “Rules for false love and amicable friendships or rules of survival under duress”
Fade Away
Ocean are you sad when the fish and sailors leave? Do you miss the creatures that have left your soft embrace? Are there messengers you wish hadn’t come into your mist? How does it feel to fade away? Can you ever wash their memories away?
Little fallen Angel
Little fallen Angel. She crashed into the ground. Her wings were made of glitter but they’re bloodied, an’ blistered now. Brilliantly disastrous she burns with her own might. Her light it rages hateful. Her life a vibrant crash. She died before she lived. No kids too carry on her name. No marks within the hallContinue reading “Little fallen Angel”
The Tiger and the Olive Trees
The tiger grabbed the olive branchAnd bruised across the ground. Its leaves were hanging down. Now the olive trees don’t grow near tigers keen. They spread their seeds with the wind.They don’t remember the reason only the feeling of being pushed against the dust. Forgiveness has settled from a distance. But the memory remains insideContinue reading “The Tiger and the Olive Trees”
Still Sea
Still seas. The water broke in white waves at my feet. It pooled around my hands while coral and barnacles pricked my toes. Little hermits clung to the rocks with loyalty. The turbulence within me . . . the sea stilled by the skies and waves breaking upon me. Upon my breasts, upon my feet.Continue reading “Still Sea”
Children’s Poem: Leaves Lost and Hair Cuts
“Oh my!” said Crystal to the trees. “Why did you lose your leaves?! I love your locks of spanish moss. I like your auburn colors, pines and spurs! Now, tell me why. Why did you cut your hair?”And so the trees replied: There’s seasons we grow through. There’s very few parts of our bodies weContinue reading “Children’s Poem: Leaves Lost and Hair Cuts”
O’hare
Some people think you can only have one home. But I think you can have many Places are fragments that become embodied in you. The physicality materiality and spirituality of places always remains in your blood. Its not just what you eat, but who you love and where you breathe that resides within you. YouContinue reading “O’hare”
Prayer for Fallow Fields
God, please give us peace. Have compassion and grace on these half empty hands. All we need is your love. In these seasons of loneliness Help us find rest. Show us how to love more clearly, more freely. Our heads full of tears And dormant seeds Rest faltering hearts Rest fearful head The time forContinue reading “Prayer for Fallow Fields”
Spiders in the house
There were spiders in the house And the closed windows cast white orange and yellow lights in the halls. Like a will o the wisp in the attic The shadows scatter blue light upon the webs above my bed. Some people despise spiders, but they don’t understand them. Men love to stomp the feminineWomen swatContinue reading “Spiders in the house”
Breaking heart
I’m broken my ankle and I’ve broken my arm. Ive been brusied a lot and I cannot count my scars but there just one part of me that doesnt seem to heal. Thump, thump, thump goes my aching breaking heart.
If I am Honest with myself….
There are so many times in this life that we push away those thoughts that make us tremble…If I am being honest with myself, the loneliness I feel would be too much to bear. I fill myself with virtual distractions and media. But rather than me consuming media, it is the medium that consumes me.Continue reading “If I am Honest with myself….”
The Silent Singer 