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”
Category Archives: writing
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”
Trees
My back is strong like a piece of bark it has its edges but it is stable, it stands tall– it is stillness and silence and me. These elements of control have never been my friend. Illusive fears of loosing a self that I had forged by lack of force the word loss–Continue reading “Trees”
Home
Let them fall out of me, like rain, these words on a page, they are my blood four drops in a row you know they’ll have me running, forgetting, wondering, “What was,” and, “What is…” Let the open door remind me, remind you that our hearts are not just our house; they are our home and theContinue reading “Home”
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
About You
The day I write a poem about you– then I’ll start considering love. Until then, leave it on my front step, off with the paper and my morning coffee; let me read about it in books, watch movies that make me cry. I don’t know why this song keeps on singing, over andContinue reading “About You”
Words
If you read my words, do not simply hold them in your mouth; taste them, see if they are to your liking, and spill them out into our silly little world. February 20, 2016
I Write on a Blanket of Snow
Pen finds its way back to the paper back to my truth in the hopes that “mine” can still be “ours” in times like this– white capped mountains filling with the sound of my shadow, a lost soul radiance spilling out into sunlight even the mountain missed, talking with my sister I know that theContinue reading “I Write on a Blanket of Snow”
Words
Write patiently, darling. Syllables don’t just bounce from cloud to cloud as if Noah’s Arc was reinventing itself––– a rainbow proclaiming its glory. Time––– is slow, when you discover it piece by folded shirt by flowing grass blade to the piece of hair falling on your cheek pushed back by a stranger,Continue reading “Words”
Let Me Write A Poem
If not a love song, let me write a poem For now under nightly stars, Their shine flowing out Of my dark-tipped pen Onto the empty page. The moon will shape notes Onto paper until I can hum along, Ride the coach my horses draw, Paint the portraits lovers saw Together, in silence. I shallContinue reading “Let Me Write A Poem”
Reaching Joy 