This morning I woke up to the scent of fresh rain on the earth. I opened my windows to the autumn that waited for me outside. I’ve taken up running without music. Contemplating the heaviness of my own breathing with the birdsong that surrounds me. I’ve immersed my feet in the living, and my heart feels better these days. My arms and legs are sore when I wake. But at the end of the day, I take an hour to myself to just let it all peel away. I’m reading a lot more these days. Staying up a lot longer … Continue reading Hartsdale November 03th, 2016

Today I woke up noticing the cold weather on my face. Today I noticed how smooth my hair has become, how soft and cozy the bed is. The sheets with the blue duvet on it, swimming in a light green colored room. I woke up and stretched, feeling my muscles lengthen. The day outside is cold but gorgeous. I can see the sun wanting to hold every leaf, there are people moving, just getting their lists ticked and their lives complete. I went to the kitchen and got some coffee for breakfast. I’m noticing the small things, like how bright … Continue reading October 23, 2014

I don’t believe that my heart is special. People are not apathetic. They are lost. They are afraid. They see no answer. To mitigate this terror, they turn to their perpetrators for acceptance and advice, as any abused child would do. They listen to the mouth-pieces of the systems which have unjustly imprisoned and violently abused all that is life-affirming, natural and real. They outlaw all wildness. They use us to destroy ourselves, and we wonder why we suffer so much. We are all accountable for this. I don’t believe that my deep-feeling-rawness, the way I feel when the ordinary … Continue reading We are not so separate…

On the clothesline, I extend gratitude to the complicit eyes who have visited my yard over the years. I am grateful for the generosity of those who, in the letters and messages in which I have sewed my comfort and contentment, I will also rest in them for so long. I thank all those who made me into the word a bridge for honored encounters. To those who, unknowingly, took my seeds beyond my limited horizons, expanding into literary realms that we all walk through. I thank you all for allowing me to be a small translator of our immensity, … Continue reading Gratitude …

Eu enxergo futuros. Eu os encontro nas entrelinhas dos seus porquês; os reconheço entre os movimentos do seu corpo. O intervalo, a pulsação, os silêncios, o olhar, os suspiros te confessam. Eu enxergo futuros entre xícaras de café; entre as mágoas; entre os sonhos. Eu enxergo futuros porque te vejo dirigindo-se para lá. Adianta dizer-lhe de precipícios e erros? Adianta a preocupação e o prognóstico das misérias e reincidências? Solicita-me palavras para ocupar-se. Pede-me verdade como álibi para os seus enganos. Eu enxergo futuros, mas não sei das respostas. Porque são nas perguntas que deveria se reconhecer: pela entonação dos … Continue reading Eu enxergos futuros…

I used to think that I understood everything I needed to know about the world. I knew who I wanted to be, I knew where I wanted to go, I knew what I wanted in my life, and everything just seemed so simple. I mistakenly underestimated the world as it showed me more surprises than I could ever imagine, tested me for things that I was and may never be prepared for, and literally turned upside down just whenever I thought that I had it all figured out again. You see, the world is uglier than I thought was possible … Continue reading My World…

When I was younger, my world seemed so small. I would pass the same people in the school hallways a thousand times until they became familiar faces, adventures with friends would remain within walking distance from each other’s houses, and I would know all the names of people in my class. The weird thing is that as I grew older, my world expanded exponentially to the point that it became all too easy to get lost in. When you begin to meet other people that you haven’t grown up with, you begin to realize just how important a childhood is. … Continue reading Diversity…

Was love always this complicated or are we the cause of its complexity? Wasn’t there a time love wasn’t bewildering, intimidating, and terrifying? Why is it that this feeling and emotion that is so universally known has come to a point in society where it seems to be so misunderstood? It’s sad how love has been severely limited to money, looks, acting a certain way and social status’. It’s a shame of how corrupt love has become that society is learning how to define love rather than let it remain as that undefinable feeling that you feel within. Why does … Continue reading When Did It Get So Complicated?

Minutes;time elapsed not in seconds but breaths, the inflation of lungs with something sweeter than air, an ephemeral etherea that dissipated altogether like the fog of morn Glances;your eyes were my eyes, held within my own like a precious gem one only parts with in death, we peered into one another with a fond anticipation of finding something -anything, what-exactly-we-hadn’t-a-clue -worth keeping for eternity Breath;in case my lungs collapsed I carried the comfort of knowing that I could always breathe through yours, and vice versa, until that which we breathed in should itself become too heavy for us both to … Continue reading Things we stole (with no intention of returning):

Sometimes, when I write, it’s like rubbing myself to ecstasy. I keep it, mostly in my body, where it can roll and plunge and climax and scream. I’ve not been stingy about it; I’m known for being generous with my passion and art. Or my ecstasy. I like the tension of holding it all out. I like feeling taut like a guitar string stretched one turn short of snapping. When your meaty fingertips glide past me sideways, I use it to make rolling melodies that glide down the neck of my instrument; I catch it in my belly, savor it … Continue reading Where I come from…