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?”
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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”
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”
Moths and Moonlight
I grabbed my two suitcases and two personal bags and at 3am, I headed to the airport to begin my new life in Texas. Just as I threw my bags in the backseat and my guitar to the side, a mariposa Bruxa or perhaps a polia scattered across my front porch and into the Uber.Continue reading “Moths and Moonlight”
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”
The onset of sunset
The southern winds blow through the bluebells beside the creek. The onset of sunset arises to greet the lilting lake. While Aside the street, the dust of spanish moss falls soft on fallow fields; fallen red speckles hidden in their caresses Blazing star blooms dense beside the swampland highways And the twinkle of chimes fallsContinue reading “The onset of sunset”
Shooting Star
My father said I am like a shooting star. I come quickly from afar. And with a flash of fire and a swish of sounds. I just as quickly leave. Colliding into peopleI crash into my dreams How much damage do I causeSpeeding through the seas? My father says I am a shooting star AndContinue reading “Shooting Star”
The Unsilent
The Silent House is never silent.The wind rustles blindsThe fan humsWhile in the chapel moths flap their flurried wings.The blood sounds rushing in your veins. The stairs creak and always something cracks or bends in the pipes. The papers swishHer hair brushesThe swallowing of air as it is intakenBut in the silent unsilent houseIn theContinue reading “The Unsilent”
Children’s Poems: The writer, the spider, and the seamstress
The writer the seamstress and the spider met. And the writer said to the seamstress: Why do you stare all day at thread and spend your days spinning silk? Why do you stare all day at words the seamstress said when the sky is crimson red? Why we are the mistresses of our own fate-Continue reading “Children’s Poems: The writer, the spider, and the seamstress”
Children’s Poems: The Tale of the Fern and the Lady Bug
There once was a fern in a forest far away. Then one day from the East a ladybug left her garden green. The lady bug and fern soon fast friends said to one another: what a friend you are to me! Illuminating all of each. Ours is a love envied by the vines and trees!Continue reading “Children’s Poems: The Tale of the Fern and the Lady Bug”
Reroute
When is it okay to reroute? Are these dead ends or only roads not yet paved? When do we depart from our original destination and commitments? Afraid of the future-You hurdle towards the seas and cliffs. Bounding, leaping, crying weeping. Too prove you are awake. To prove you lived through another day. Scribbling frantic melodiesContinue reading “Reroute”
There Are No Missing Pieces
You claim I’m giving pieces of myself. Like candy cut up for the crowds. You claim I’m just like everybody else. That I don’t know the value of myself. Nobody can take what I don’t give. I still at the core am who I am. These scars upon my soul will soon fast heal. IContinue reading “There Are No Missing Pieces”
Your Memory Resounds
Buildup introduction: 4 bars (em/ i) Your memory resoundsYour memory resoundsYour memory resoundsInter verse: Your light reverberates in this earthly space Your love resonates with all Your kindness echoes through the passageways Your goodness is heard through our global Halls We always feel you hear with us Though I’ve searched for you in shadows IContinue reading “Your Memory Resounds”
Open Individualism?
What if we are all collectively one? All sharing the same existences. Loving, lying, cheating, learning? What if I am you and you are me? In different incarnations of reality. My light is your own. Your shadows are mine. Our lessons are ours. We’re all deceived with false perceptions of time. How wonderful, how horrible,Continue reading “Open Individualism?”
The Poet
Inherently inclined towards strong spirits,The poet,She writes at the witching hour. Enduring each oscillation of affectationsScripting lamentsupon her swollen, rozened kneessorrow imbued in asymmetrical metersand melancholy within her words, divinedThe poetcontinues her scripture,defunct with the passage of time.
Where Do We Go?
Where Do We Go, When It’s Not Safe To Stay? But To Leave Is Uncertain And A Worrisome Feat? Where do we Go? When It’s Time To Leave But The Goodbyes Aren’t Pretty Nor Are They Clean. Where Do We Go When We’ve Lost All Our Friends All Seems To Come To A Resolute End?Continue reading “Where Do We Go?”
Look at the Love That Grew!
Look At The Love That Grew- Within The Cemented Crevices Of Streets Untrodden By! Look At All The Lovely Things- That Came From Ugly Tears!God Takes Everything And Reforms It By The Passage Of The Years. He Too Will Take Your Suffering. Then, Look At All The Lovely Things That Come From Ugly Tears LookContinue reading “Look at the Love That Grew!”
Are Poems More Lovely Obscured?
Mom Said: Poems Are More Lovely Obscured When Their Meanings Are Hidden In Roses And Dirt Hide Your Frustrations Conceal Their Implications Calm Your Anger And Passion Inside Against The Unrighteous Against Those Who Don’t Hide. But I Without Reason Will Not Mute My Meanings Change Must Come Because Lives Are Lost And The DinContinue reading “Are Poems More Lovely Obscured?”
Chorus of Light
forged by light. in a dark world shaken grounded in grace. in our many colors, timbres, and cultures. we voice in unity and suspend our sonic identities. grounded brought back to the basics of: breath learnt again humbled as a child how to breathe amidst obscurity the greyness at the break of day fear notContinue reading “Chorus of Light”
Heart Won’t You Beat A Little Quieter?
Heart Won’t You Beat A Little Quieter? slow your dreadful pace. with your palpitating fury that falls heavy and lacks grace. heart won’t you beat a little quieter? this body can’t keep up with your riotous blazeThis faces grow pale as my heart races My body faints with thine fearsome chase.but it shan’t slow itsContinue reading “Heart Won’t You Beat A Little Quieter?”
I met an angel in the morn
I met an angel in the morning. At six o’clock she woke me. Twas twice the hours her spirit called. So I stayed I, in the chapel to greet the angel next to me. And sat I hence on the piano bench and plaid a psalm to please her. And at 9 o’clock my tearsContinue reading “I met an angel in the morn”
The Silent Singer 