The World and Its Maker
Perhaps the people of the world had not agreed to be made. There was no prior acknowledgement, no sense of true acquiesce before coming into existence, yet there was an…
Mariposas de Cristal
Una mariposa me saludó y me dijo que era símbolo de mi ser y de mi bondad, efecto de mi creatividad y proyección de my corazón. ¿Sabías que en este…
Quizás
es gritar sin hacer ruido sentir que el mundo se derrumba con tan solo tocarlo es seguir el viento y que él te siga a ti es contener en tus…
Guitar
My father plays “Skip to My Lou” on the guitar. I listen from the other side of the house as I tattoo the pages of a journal with black ink….
A Letter to the Wanderer
You were colder than I ever was, even when my walls were up high and I held on to myself tightly, fearing that I would unwind beneath your gaze. You…