At the Guggenheim a couple of years ago, I saw an exhibit that I can still see in my mind. It was a city, the size of a whole room, made up of plastic and concrete and metal. People standing […]
I think we all just want to bring something new to the table. I'm writing this in the dark, and the keys on my macbook are sticking with memories and comically unforgiving. They memorize my …
the writing has taken a lull in the past few weeks. Despite the many changes, the events (both inner and those happening in the world) that have tugged at my insides, the words have been …
After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning And company doesn’t mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts And presents …
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. …
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 …
