Chisme

Abuelitas roosting on the block clucking, pecking sunflower seeds. kids on boards with wheels flying little dragons goons puffing weeds. Men in orange vests with bricks catcalling on mamas Honeys with the Henney, tailored suits and boots fuckin up some comma’s. But trees got some chisme too we just can’t quite hear it. And I…

Suddenly, I am.

Within my dreams I am a field of soil A gentle rain The timid sun. Once sweet slumber arrives To caress my mind I am everything, and yet I am no one. Within my dreams A flower blooms inside of me. I give it only what I can the gift of life the birth of…

Ardor

4.1.18 – 22:17 You are now in deep slumber yet I lie in my bed with an ocean of thoughts of few things I want said. If your eyes could paint pictures, they’d make fields yellow and blue, and a green pasture glistening in a most heavenly hue. Darling, nothing I want more, than to…

You’re Creative, don’t you forget.

When I write, it all feels right. I can’t complain. But where does it come from, can you explain? Inspiration, is that what you call it? I don’t think of it that way. It’s more of a… How do you phrase it… realizing being lazy won’t do shit type of ambition if you get what…

No Feels

Feel no way.. Feel no way.. Lately I’m only painting grey. A washed out hue, of baby blue, A drunken shade of pink. Two dozen roses in the garden And they aren’t even red. The hell with the color of a flower, the petals still end up on your bed. I’m filling myself with a…

Bloom

11.2.14 Bloom   into little eukaryotic cells into little tissues into pulchritudinous organs into a breathing blastocyst. everything that is you: A beautiful composition, A masterpiece. A temple, A work of art. A fruitful garden. A formula for greatness. You possess the ingredients that compose this very complex universe. So,fleet. Fleet into the world. Unlatch…

I Refuse

6.24.15 I Refuse. I refuse to apologize for my reproductive system;  for my monthly menstruation and my ruby stained garments.    I refuse to apologize for my tight fitting blouses,      for the curves defined by my slim denim trousers.        I refuse to apologize for not wearing a bra,          for being deemed as  “inappropriate” and “promiscuous”.            because…