If I cry and when I cry, and my tear falls down It’s for watering the grass that feeds life Crying I redo the spring that you dried If you desire, my desire raises tides of salt and sorcery I live with my face to the wind and rain, and I get wet I am like a thin rod, that any breeze flexes it, but no sword can cut me Since the milk from my mother’s breasts fed me Even the endless verses, verses, verses Which spring from the poet in all poetry I am reborn every day as a … Continue reading If I cry and when I cry…

My pockets are laden with the weight of your words. My heart full of sorrow, in your lingering pain. I woke with your poetry on my mind, and your love strumming on my heart… ❤   Continue reading My pockets…

I am the storms. I am the scroll of dirty gray sky, the wind throwing leaves and scattering shingles, the pinpricks of rain’s first small drops. I am the wink of lightning through city buildings, the growl of thunder low in the fields, the final flourish of sweet suffocating snow. I am Iansan’s daughter… I’m a thunder for the awakening of life, I am the seed that fertilizes the soil and feeds the soul. I am strong, I fear nothing because I have the seal of hope nailed in my skin as my ancestors taught me… ❤ Iansa by Artist Marcio … Continue reading I am Iansa’s daughter…

We love like cedars. I remember as a child learning the phrase “a catch in the throat” and thinking it beautiful, thinking it strange, how words are like bees that sting our insides and turn them to buzzed, buzzed as in after some good wine, buzzed as in electric… ❤     Continue reading We love…

​I want to study the quantum physics of your body, I am going to spend all my days knowing your geography by heart. Because the switch and twist with every step gives new life to the pulse in my wrists. I want to study the whispers on your lips, memorize every kiss that I have missed over the years on this earth that I have spent in your search. And there’s no diction that could quantify the friction of our skin. The nearness and the fearless nature of this bliss that we are in. You make my head spin, flashing … Continue reading I want…