The ottoman sits, four legged, brown bodied with flowers sewn in pink and gold, green leaves trailing off the edges. I’ve seen it every day, this quarantine. Next to it, the refrigerator stands silver, tall, certain — more spacious than we could have bet on for a three bedroom in Brooklyn — humanized withContinue reading “The Kitchen”
Tag Archives: mind
Hugs
A huger of the mind, a huger of the soul– “find that out about your surroundings” who is who? I have a friend who does both– take care of yourself, I need to connect on that deeper level I am grateful to have found a match, to find when I am not looking, to singContinue reading “Hugs”
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”
Should
Maybe I should write more; maybe I should change the story; maybe I should wear a shirt when it rains and nothing else; maybe I should pretend I don’t feel other people’s pain; maybe I should go over there and explain; maybe I should keeping looking for love in all the wrong places; maybe IContinue reading “Should”
Riverside Park
Some days, my eyes drift down like leaves falling to the ground they do not fight the wind they say, “Thank you,” and move on. Others, they cry– and don’t even know why– it doesn’t feel like rain it just feels like a mess I have made. Listen as I run. Footsteps left behindContinue reading “Riverside Park”
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”
Flowers
These flowers are growing again in my head and like a vine they neither swoop nor swing– they cling to each side of my brain, try to determine what type of learner I am but either way, thoughts can’t be pushed out of the way so I’ll plan out another day to pluck and prune.Continue reading “Flowers”
Carry On
Tell me what type of wind would have made you stay, tempted your shallow roots to grow and adventures to remain silent in the mind, considering the heart instead– talk about vulnerability when all you see is mastery even a mindful soul can grow lonely what bit of sun-dipped skin did you need to see, prepared toContinue reading “Carry On”
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”
Forever Love
The final drop in the bucket, knowing it does not exist that all expands and contracts and realizes its impermanence simply by being free. … A free love– it is all I could ever wish for. .. My hands on your cheeks, tracing your smile and the etches of your mind that I once thoughtContinue reading “Forever Love”
Reaching Joy 