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”
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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”
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”
Train Effect
People always talk on trains Present are the poets Writing in the looking car A natural impulse- Like the smell of coffee spilled in coach seatsThe monotonous hum harmonizing our chatter as we sing along to the silent roar of our thoughts rolling aside the tracks. Such a natural impulse to be- writing.It’s the effectContinue reading “Train Effect”
There are these moments
There Are These Moments-Some Days When Hopes And Fears And Faith And Energy Are So Present In The AirIt Is As If The Weight Is Palpable.Sweat And Tears And Laughter And Joy Hang On The Dew Of Our Eyes And You Almost Want To Cry, Or Weep, Or Jump, Or Laugh, Or Sing But YouContinue reading “There are these moments”
Homesick
I have many homes I leave my heart with places and people to collect So when I say I am homesick it’s not to one place to which I must return for my friends are my family and my family are my friends and the time in between is split between desserts, oceans, mountains andContinue reading “Homesick”
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?”
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 