Is this worth it, just for some plastic? Just for some Made In China labels? Just for some security that was never ours? Another apartment was renovated in Brooklyn, yesterday. 3 generations of bodies move on, white faces walk in and name another place their own. Does the fountain shower head rain gold? Is theContinue reading “Complicit”
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Watch the Gap
To the curly haired, now-slumped over, gloomily-looking-into-the-distance, 24 year old sitting on the train, who gave a dollar and an apple away: thank you. And it is not your fault. It is no one person’s fault. If it is, it is that of a few hundred white men, a few hundred years ago (rounding?)Continue reading “Watch the Gap”
Expectations
No more blind dates and no more forced chit chat; No more rushed sentences hoping that I’ll bite back; No more London blokes and no more blonde women; No more action before meaningful reflection; No more overstepping and no more indecision; No more pedestals and slow walking pedestrians; No more deep sighs across a deeper blueContinue reading “Expectations”
Time, Reflected
The feelings I write, the feelings I give today I ponder time and a clock strung with string and the powerful men of tomorrow when I take a stake in my own power, honey, when I sip tea and drink juice (smoothies, preferably) I feel mad at times, and worried at times past and futureContinue reading “Time, Reflected”
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”
you are a ship
these feelings of being stuck seem to be unbearable– it’s all connected cyclical dense not me what is me? well, it’s sitting under a tree, maybe sipping some tea, not minding the clouds just letting all flow naturally– see! that’s me. sitting in the shade, not letting the day fade you are here for oneContinue reading “you are a ship”
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”
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 Return
The extraordinary powers of letting go, magic of feeling pen on paper skin– we are all cut out dolls made with razor sharp scissors let me let go and make my art the way I want to. I will whisper away those sad navy blues and caress them with specks of gold found only atContinue reading “The Return”
Is there another way
I just want to be honest here– who wouldn’t want equality? Who wouldn’t want to know that your skin is tied to mine and that all unknowns competition bred can be flushed out of our pores, one last time, in search of a brighter, more natural glow? Who wouldn’t want to spread love instead ofContinue reading “Is there another way”
Reaching Joy 