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I know that the heart of life is good. I realized this the next day, once the wave had finally passed, leaving behind a smooth finish like those of pebbles caught in the chaos of oceans. Pebbles that went echoing down […]
I know that the heart of life is good. I realized this the next day, once the wave had finally passed, leaving behind a smooth finish like those of pebbles caught in the chaos of oceans. Pebbles that went echoing down […]
“On rainy afternoons, embroidering with a group of friends on the begonia porch, she would lose the thread of the conversation and a tear of nostalgia would salt her palate when she saw the strips …
It looked to me like he'd woken from a sleep, eyes glazed and stunned, looking around with a calm frantic. the kind of slumber that gives way to a confused consciousness. to see emotions coming …
"My heart has more rooms than a whorehouse." Compartmentalized capsules that are home to memories and the dew like substance that compose them. Like semi precious stones held tight in the fists of the homeless. Wandering …
I am wrinkled from all the times I've folded myself to fit into someone else she told me. I couldn't convey to her how much I could relate, how grateful I was for her words …
The contradictions are becoming stark in the contrast of their existence. The root of my name is the cause of his amusement, which somehow hurts a part of my pride I haven't yet reconciled. My …
February 2013 I can't forget the last time he spoke to me when he told me I'll give you more to write about if I didn't stop writing this poetry as if, the lines he'd drawn around my eyes or the …
if you want to really love a man love the one with oceans in his eyes the one that spins words into tapestry and writes letters to your unborn children make no mistake between empty promises and welcoming fingertips If you really …