quiet

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”

Now

The subtle dream of reality is nothing but a dream– in words, in thoughts, in praises and deeds– but when all is quiet, all the music turned off, there is still a gentle hum, the remains of reality drifting peacefully in, “Now.” October 30, 2015

Be Still

It’s been a while since the clock struck twelve and all the world was quiet– all the past forgiven, no sirens a-screamin, just belief in the silence, in the tears. The sky has cried and so have I to release all this strange human guilt, for puddles aside, we can read all the lies: theContinue reading “Be Still”

just a part of me

I grew up in a world where it was not okay to be quiet– in some ways, I still live there. … Soccer practices, soccer games, school hallways, overflowing lunchrooms family parties, hanging out with friends. … Being labeled, The Quiet One felt like wearing an oversized sweater, one I could sink into and neverContinue reading “just a part of me”

I want to revel in my introversion forever, I want my quiet nature and simple heart beat to spread itself in the wind, tracing my toes and sweeping my hair back and forth. I need not be ashamed that my peoples’ place in history is rarely one of the well known, public speaker– ironically weContinue reading “Quiet”

Voice

Feel my voice like a finger plucked across a rubber band vibrations ringing through the air breaking no twilight, no dawn, only silence. If you were so blessed with a voice– use it! Proudly, wisely, powerfully, thoughtfully, because a voice transfers more than words, it moves worlds from brain to tongue, words I’mContinue reading “Voice”

Quiet

All of the chatter and the noisiness and the nonsense “Break out of your shell” thrown out, all over the world’s spotlight but it would never be on me– and neither would I want it to be at age three I excused myself to bed whispered an 8pm “Goodnight” to keep the peace. Kindergarden: IContinue reading “Quiet”