Does anyone else realize how fast we are moving, or is it just me? Railroad cars, and subway cards, and price limits, and band tickets all so much to buy I’m not sure who has the time and courage to yell, “Stop!” Just fucking stop already. I channel my thoughts to my 17 year oldContinue reading “Only In My Head”
Category Archives: mind
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”
Should
Maybe I should write more; maybe I should change the story; maybe I should wear a shirt when it rains and nothing else; maybe I should pretend I don’t feel other people’s pain; maybe I should go over there and explain; maybe I should keeping looking for love in all the wrong places; maybe IContinue reading “Should”
Rain
It’s awfully scary to be locked up in some dark skin, feel the twirling of your insides — in and out this nervous energy is moving me — finding a way out is so easy so easy to do I’ve heard it before but I still feel it trickling, tinkling, tinkering with my mind andContinue reading “Rain”
Riverside Park
Some days, my eyes drift down like leaves falling to the ground they do not fight the wind they say, “Thank you,” and move on. Others, they cry– and don’t even know why– it doesn’t feel like rain it just feels like a mess I have made. Listen as I run. Footsteps left behindContinue reading “Riverside Park”
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”
Flowers
These flowers are growing again in my head and like a vine they neither swoop nor swing– they cling to each side of my brain, try to determine what type of learner I am but either way, thoughts can’t be pushed out of the way so I’ll plan out another day to pluck and prune.Continue reading “Flowers”
through my window
the intersection of tree and sky, the lines they paint across pale blue horizons while two black specks of bird chase each other. *** Truth, expanding over snow-dipped houses– it will never be found beneath my pen. *** the earth knows things my mind cannot see. *** but I can still sit back, exhale, and soak in theContinue reading “through my window”
Carry On
Tell me what type of wind would have made you stay, tempted your shallow roots to grow and adventures to remain silent in the mind, considering the heart instead– talk about vulnerability when all you see is mastery even a mindful soul can grow lonely what bit of sun-dipped skin did you need to see, prepared toContinue reading “Carry On”
Anxiety
When you open up about it I’m not promising it will be easy. . When the air becomes thick like white cream cheese and you can’t simply scrape off the edges with a knife you wonder who else is feeling this way? . I thought my mother did; but she said, “What I’m feeling isContinue reading “Anxiety”
Reaching Joy 