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This is migration to love, to God, to self.

  • Duelo Dueto

    I tried to put out a fire like a candle asking for water. Wondering if I made a mistake; afraid I followed a shadow. We scream the perfect duet but our voices aim to wound. Covering, creating shields with hands that ricochet the sounds instead. Stuffing our ears with beeswax, somehow thinking it’s enough. Shouting Continue reading

  • Echo

    I stand frozen, with a fire burning inside. Unable to melt ice caps that build a hollowness of emotionless emotions. I see you. You’re screaming, as if trying to scare a bird from a burning tree. Trying to get it to understand. I see your lips moving, but there is no sound. Their breath coat Continue reading

  • Vela Alev

    The moon, alone, depending on one, giving off only what it receives. Keeping the world from the dark while the world keeps her in it. Father told of her, La Luna. Told of her tale. “La Luna te mira cuando no la estas mirando, pero cuando la miras, se esconde.”  The moon sees you when Continue reading

  • Stranger At Home

    The clinking of a spoon hit a plate repeatedly. In a way it echoed. He was eating alone, again. I hardly sat at the table. Relying on fruit that would leave crumbs in my sheets, then thrown to the floor when I felt them stick to my skin as I tried to sleep. He never Continue reading

  • Ripple In Time

    “What does it look like God?” I could hear the question echoing, bouncing between the empty walls of my mind. Lifeless. I do not deserve an answer to a question I created. Ironically, I jumped without having many answers. One being what ripples would spread once I hit the water, how long would they last, Continue reading

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  • You asked….

    “What are you thinking about?” Truth is, I didn’t have the voice to say “our wedding.” You know, the one we talked about. The one that went from being an “if” to a “when.” Now, well now it’s an afterthought. Too clearly do I remember jokingly picking out the song to our first dance. In Continue reading

  • the lASt tIMe

    Trees never cease to grow, they cease to exist. Always replacing what dies off and blooming after ice threatens to freeze. I often wondered, as a child, if trees could un-grow their branches. Just in case they changed their mind. Wondered, foolishly, if what already exists can be taken back. Does an echo vanish after Continue reading

  • Self-ishq

    I never wanted to look into the water. Feeling I would lose myself in a reflection. So I looked elsewhere for beauty. Everywhere I Iooked it felt like I had just missed it. And when I found you…well, just like an echo. Like I had just missed your beauty…the beauty of your soul. And now Continue reading

  • metAMORphosis

    Naturally, I met love in unnatural ways. A modern Columbus discovering her America. Finding love in the middle of a war; carrying an eternal fire through an ice age. Helios couldn’t withstand earth. An illusion of failure, he belonged in the sun after all. Then how could I withstand the moon and its tides?  It’s Continue reading

  • The Journey Begins

    If you are looking for complete sentences and proper punctuation, you might find it’s not always there. It has nothing to do with inability, but rather a focus on content and message. Everything is up for interpretation. The beauty of writing is that no two eyes read the same story. Like living the same life Continue reading