As we skipped rocks at Walden Pond in steady rain, you told me I just needed practice, that my outstretched hand needed to move in one single, continuous motion. You selected each stone with care, inspecting their flatness as if choosing flowers for a date, only to send them off into the gloom, certain ofContinue reading “Letting the Memory Settle”
Category Archives: water
Watching strangers on the subway
I find a spot to stand on the train and it feels like a paradise, spaces between strangers sock and shoes and sweat and stories— let me keep my distance. Although there is a tiredness to it. I was taught I could do any damn thing, and I believe it: I feel my uniqueness liftingContinue reading “Watching strangers on the subway”
Self Love
I’m beginning to see self love in a different way. Learning to love yourself for what you used to doubt, to question, to hate– that is the most important part. The smile on your face, the eyebrows above it, the eyes a boy used to love, the stories within them. Water canContinue reading “Self Love”
On Paper
words flow out like water you were made to create carry each line with care glide over them like a feather on glass you are made of stars; let them be your pen. April 16, 2016
at the ocean
my intention, my desire, my secret wish is to simplify life. many men have tried It; we heard about it. It didn’t work. many women have tried It; we didn’t hear about it. (proof enough) It didn’t work. we searched for It in churches and mosques, temples and tall, grayContinue reading “at the ocean”
You Are My River
Originally posted on Rivers Renewed:
When we first met, infinity didn’t know we were just hanging on, trying to comprehend the temperament of madmen, their screaming but something happened between us and inside of us, that turned us to the sun even from the first date, it was your eyes it was our heartbeats telling…
on lunch break
how nice it is to sit by the river and unwind, blink by blink. you know your same-old view in the city: skyscraper tree tops that leave you wanting for a chickadee where can I find just one bird? (the pigeons are beautiful, mind you.) I yearn to hear a song; the waterContinue reading “on lunch break”
Frozen Lake
It has taken me a while to sit in a dark corner, rest in my chair and think about the scene on the lake: children following chilled ear-muffed parents, falling into black puddles my eyes sore from their grimaces and yet, all too soon, they come back up again. I was never too trustingContinue reading “Frozen Lake”
Simplicity
Simplicity of life must be evident in our society not hidden, soaked up like a sponge … We are made of water, listen to it flow .. No money jingling through veins, no policeman’s screams– only water, skin and love. April 6, 2015
Blood
It is sacred– like limited water running across the Sahara I nourish every sip of forgotten holy land, hand born privilege unlimited love my face mirrors my father’s, gives thanks to my mother’s three-time-giving-birth- to-poetry that kept the old river running, just added some new water to the brink. Family: it is sacred for never willContinue reading “Blood”
Reaching Joy 