Think not of then, nor of what could be. Think of now. I dare you. Can you? Consider it as it floats by, untethered, tethering you. Thinking is an invention, no? of our foremothers, of species reconciling past and present into future possibility? No god nor head of state; No hidden truths, no sufferingContinue reading “Inventions”
Category Archives: truth
Visibility
What is our greatest truth if not love? What is love if not an act of being seen whole, broken? “We never have these conversations,” my aunt says, over the phone, after watching the video montage I compiled for my brother’s 18th birthday: messages from family about gratefulness and memories and light. “You toldContinue reading “Visibility”
Truth is Black
Chasing truth is difficult when it’s wearing a hat 3 sizes too big for it’s head — hiding its eyes from the onlooker, dancing in shadows it knows no better while we go on searching under street lights. December 5, 2018
What do you do
when you’re tired like the world meant for you to be and you’re broke like the world meant for you to be and you’re lonely like the world meant for you to be? You get angry like Earth meant for you to be you find truth like Earth meant for to find you fightContinue reading “What do you do”
S
Your story, as important as it has become to you in this life, is just a story. There is something bigger at work here. Your story, as important as it has become to you in this life, is just a letter. It’s the letter “S” with its roadway curves and lack of edges–Continue reading “S”
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”
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”
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”
Truth, Wisdom, Love
The weight of the Truth is the weight of a mountain– a single Earth. … The weight of Wisdom is the weight of a feather– a single tear. … It is bright tonight as I huddle tight next to a soft pillow and a softer light, shining the way Love greets lovers in the doorway…Continue reading “Truth, Wisdom, Love”
Some Short Narratives
Lately, instead of writing consistent poems, I’ve done small drawings of people accompanied by their thoughts/a quick story and a saying on their shirt. I’ll share some here (although I’m not ready to share any of my drawings! I’m no artist, trust me). The saying is the second phrase of each “poem”: I. Our “real” selvesContinue reading “Some Short Narratives”
Reaching Joy 