Vinny chats me up as one can do in 8th grade (as boys can do in 8th grade), and says, “Girls look better with their hair down.” 10th grade: Allie tells me over pizza in a torn up, faux leather booth: “People think you’re really pretty.” “Take the bait,” they whisper. “We areContinue reading “My Body, My Choice”
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Stories
Waves of story – that is an emotional life… trauma informed you have to mentally be still, learn to see the busyness in your body, in your mind, practice often, even though it isn’t fair you were born into a god damned patriarchal, capitalistic, racist, classist, sexist, homophobic society that favors my white Latina skin,Continue reading “Stories”
Sitting at LACMA
We are never stuck in ourselves my feet planted on concrete connected to ambivalent sky as the trees sway to the rhythm of wind that played on my ancestors’ cheeks. June 13, 2015
The Human Condition
Alone in my head how did this happen again? Afraid of myself more than anyone else afraid of my mind’s tricks like the devil part of me runs, part of me nourishes. External realities versus internal dimensionality my vulnerability got me everything good and everything bad trust my mind– it is strong, then flies outContinue reading “The Human Condition”
The First Day
The day I sat and looked in the mirror I stared: I was looking at me. But it was not me that I saw. My pupils rounded, black trench coats preparing for summer rain my skin relaxed after the ebb and flow of the day I dared not move for there I swearContinue reading “The First Day”
My Mind
At times, I feel nervous– nervous that it is stronger than me. * It can make any situation into a problem, labeling itself a “worry wart” (and who would ever want to be a wart?) this is my fear: * It will change my relationships it will tarnish my career it will make all the beautyContinue reading “My Mind”
Come Meet Me
Come meet me, and all the other voices that live inside your head. …… I am no more. ….. You will listen and listen and listen but you will create no more. …. You can write about fear You can look at it straight in the face … Your ability to heal is profound. ..Continue reading “Come Meet Me”
Acceptance
When acceptance becomes the word I must cling to like a newborn to a mother why couldn’t mine have taught me sooner? Waters flow like nothing has changed yet Sun and Moon promise a new dawn will emerge if I let it– they let me feel because they have never felt themselves. ItContinue reading “Acceptance”
Lost
The days that seem lost in the wind when I seem at a loss to say, “I am feeling” because I am a hu-man, wo-man, conquering souls my parents only dreamt of on their honeymoon, California palms catching the moon and my heart waiting, wanting to know what was real outside my one skinned cage,Continue reading “Lost”
Mine
I remember the first time I knew I had a voice. The high school cafeteria, the salty pizza–the salted pretzels hanging in the air as my story concludes, “And I laid there until the police showed up,” To my house? My body surrounded by laughter I concocted how how can this be? I washContinue reading “Mine”
Reaching Joy 