The Uses of Sorrow
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too was a gift. – Mary Oliver from Thirst (Beacon Press, 2006)
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too was a gift. – Mary Oliver from Thirst (Beacon Press, 2006)
Side by side with me until our midriff clenches no more, until I feel the agua frescas like a waterfall, whilst the last drop was some time ago. Heels dig into moody and lyrical lure, and yet without paper to … Continue reading
Begotten, a world drowning in darkness. We know no other way, So long as we continue to reject, deny, disassociate and disown the darkness within ourselves, this planet will carry on with those hell bent for an eternity of it. … Continue reading
A rare moment of rest this little spark doesn’t sit for too long. Lately we’ve been ending our Indian summer nights by breaking a sweat. A girl “born from fire, sparks flying from the sun” with her fuchsia ball to … Continue reading
I remember those carefree moments of summer where I would stroll down to my neighbor’s home who had everything we didn’t. Cable, drawers overflowing with sugary snacks and unlimited bootlegged movies. MTV was usually on when we weren’t watching another … Continue reading
From this window, a bird pecks at its reflection in the early hours of the morning. It has a degree of knowingness, a kind of self-awareness of its morning routine and despite that it chooses to remain oblivious to it … Continue reading
Awakening dormancy. This scene is an entirely different universe that I see myself in. In fact, it’s the opposite but in the spirit of how to open my heart and mind and keep it from surrendering to the darkness, I … Continue reading
I have the Power.” –He-Man. Something about watching this cartoon left me with the same exhilaration after beholding the immensely involving movie “Rocky” in the theater…running up the exit aisle, my hands up like a goal post… I was invincible. … Continue reading
I try to remain unruffled. At times I let things ruffle me. We are human, we have emotions and shit happens.To transport myself back into the casual cadence of summer (because we still have a couple more weeks) I tucked … Continue reading
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