Starfish

On Fridays, I volunteer to bring food from companies around New York City— consequently, close to wherever I am to begin with— and bring it to nearby shelters. It’s a lot easier than feeling like a shit as a homeless man walks by on the subway but what am I, are we, to do? It’sContinue reading “Starfish”

Oh, heart

How many ways can a heart break? How many ways can it be seen?   It’s different than being watched– that’s what they teach us (that’s what I’ve learned, anyway).   They are watching me, all of them: walking, sitting, eating, drinking, readying themselves to be the same animal I am.   But they don’tContinue reading “Oh, heart”

Too Much

So – do you think this neighborhood is too gay for you, maybe too poor  for you and oh, that means too dangerous  for you? Are you just so uncomfortable when you see people who are not like you because you’re not gay – gosh, no; and you’re not poor, not gonna steal some stuff off someContinue reading “Too Much”

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”

“Nature”

“In order for this struggle to have meaning, the oppressed must not, in seeking to regain their humanity (which is a way to create it) become in turn oppressors of the oppressors, but rather restorers of the humanity of both.” –Pedagogy of the Oppressed  Pedagogy of the Oppressed has been an influential text in my ownContinue reading ““Nature””

Subway Woman

She looks into the subway car like a criminal looks into their jail cell with contempt, with bitterness, with acceptance.   It’s 1AM, car a quarter full, faint summer air conditioning filling the air along with her grievances.   She resigns, lays back in her seat after picking some lint out of her hair sheContinue reading “Subway Woman”

The Human Condition

Alone in my head how did this happen again? Afraid of myself more than anyone else afraid of my mind’s tricks like the devil part of me runs, part of me nourishes.   External realities versus internal dimensionality my vulnerability got me everything good and everything bad trust my mind– it is strong, then flies outContinue reading “The Human Condition”

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