stories

Beauty

Meaning in the mess Challenges us to re imagine our society. Mini societies of the future? What will they be left with, what will our stonelore* be? Documentation storytelling — perhaps this is the ultimate meaning in an unavoidable crisis, change, destruction metamorphosis. “The climate scientists have done our jobs. Now it’s time for theContinue reading “Beauty”

Three Parts

I. Our hearts wide open on the sofa, in the den, we glide past memories and landscapes of lost wishes and dreams untouched– but oh, my dear, did you touch them! How far you ran! How far we traveled when home was right next door? I can only tell you so many times how muchContinue reading “Three Parts”

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”

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”

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”

A Poem

Sometimes, it’s not enough to write a poem. ………………………………………. “Feel it on your back,” she told me from the church cellar. “Know it by name,” he whispered through the garden; he chased the snake but only I could tell. “Let it loose,” she sang, leading the students to the edge, bird cage inContinue reading “A Poem”

Some Short Narratives

Lately, instead of writing consistent poems, I’ve done small drawings of people accompanied by their thoughts/a quick story and a saying on their shirt. I’ll share some here (although I’m not ready to share any of my drawings! I’m no artist, trust me). The saying is the second phrase of each “poem”: I. Our “real” selvesContinue reading “Some Short Narratives”

The Story

It’s what we write every day and, whether we are fully aware of it or not, it’s the grandest story of all: The Story of My Life. From the news and social media, to conversations at work and on the street, stories make up the “stuff” of our lives. I truly believe that we are more thanContinue reading “The Story”

City Living

We live here, apartment three floor four– it’s confusing, I know. … Burgundy molding pinches the outside of my window, a gentle beauty I did not expect to find on my side of New York City. … The big picture is always on my mind; and yet I so rarely see it. … I canContinue reading “City Living”

Stories

They flow out our mouths fill up our memories fill ourselves And yet our selves are not what stories should inhabit. Our identity is not what has happened to us, what is happening, what will happen– it is, simply, what is. Your identity is not your life story; it is your life. The fact thatContinue reading “Stories”