I’ve known love as often as I’ve known the pace of a robin as it hops across dewy grass; as often as I’ve heard laughter from the second subway car or balcony, the best friend, teasing; as often as I’ve tasted my mom’s breaded chicken cutlets after soccer practice. On American lawns, on each grainContinue reading “. . .”
Category Archives: moon
Chance
Tell me what you want, tell me what you choose, tell me why my heart sings when I look at you. It’s true…I want you whole. But you lead me on. You want to laugh, too. Friends tell me not to hold you higher than the moon. Are these crumpled up memories playing meContinue reading “Chance”
watching the moon
you are on your own with a life that belongs to no one– and that is more than okay. what do I believe in? I believe in truth, the elements, digging underneath the dirt of lies we have been hiding underneath our skin, feeding one another with or without realizing it your soulContinue reading “watching the moon”
Watching the Night
Have I ever gazed a sight like this? Third (fourth) floor? Window sill? Moon shining like a teardrop ready to fall from above? Well, no. It will stay in its place. All you must do is spread your wings and fly up there yourself, darling. You have nothing to fear. It is justContinue reading “Watching the Night”
Eclipse
One must read the signs carefully, my child– it is not every day the sun and moon touch lips and then part ways. Do no let one chase the other in vain– follow their footsteps into the sky and realize your own emptiness, your own infinity, your own basic goodness stretching out like aContinue reading “Eclipse”
Pen and Paper
The connection of paper on pen makes me want to believe again in life, in love. If two souls can touch so silently and still leave such a mark, what is to come of us, my dear? I can deny fate like sinners laugh at God; I can wake at dawn and seeContinue reading “Pen and Paper”
My Sister and I
A few seconds left of number nine waiting for now… if it comes. Yes, it’s here I rush out of there to my place, where I can be alone- but no, there’s still that raincloud above me whenever I’m there, when the sun sets and the moon glows that dragon is under me. When sunlightContinue reading “My Sister and I”
Darkness
My friend once said, “The scariest thing is looking at a mirror in the dark.” She got me thinking– do I think that is scary? Do you? I glance down a narrow hallway, midnight light etching out the shadow of a moon on the back wall, and wonder why, so often, our reflections scare usContinue reading “Darkness”
Reaching Joy 