An English-Spanish Poem

En la llorona, tú sabes el cloudy azul el viento fool eran nunca amigos con tu– la nieve de mi cuerpo freezes la noche negra, slip to the lago hablar a los árboles bailer con los flores en tus sueños. Levantase, en esta cocina, el agua salada se calienta en la kettle, break my corazónContinue reading “An English-Spanish Poem”

A Nameless Feeling

I hold a nameless feeling in me. Like sorrow mixed with hope mixed with the potential for so much power that my heart’s a water balloon nearly bursting. Or a watermelon detonating at the mere caress of a bumblebee. These veins, trembling as a gnat’s wing, crave to carve the arc of a hurricane intoContinue reading “A Nameless Feeling”

Day 5, I think?

Dear Amnesia is like that friend who’s very friendly to your face but constantly gossips about you behind your back. So yeah, sure, Amnesia’s got a nice reflection to help you ignore the things that pain you, the things keeping you up at night questioning what on earth you’re doing here. “Look, dearie, just soldierContinue reading “Day 5, I think?”

Naming Book Characters

As a writer, baby name websites are your best friend. They’re great for helping you find a name for your protagonist that thematically ties in with, say, their struggle with guilt and self-forgiveness. Or maybe it ties into their origin as a seafarer. Or their name’s a clue to their true nature (see: Darth Vader,Continue reading “Naming Book Characters”

Language of Perfect Meaning

Are you lsintenig? I am hree in the eceohs of thsee wdors mxied up, scmralbed hlep me put teogehtr my mnid from the mire palese haer my sreacm unedrsntad it in this naitve tonuge (one hreat) we all cmae born wtih. Wake. Need. Seelp. Cry. Are you litseinng? Am I? (one vcoie) Plesae particce wtihContinue reading “Language of Perfect Meaning”

Can’t Take It With You

Pack it all up in boxes, there, there you go, some things you need, some things you care for, neatly tucked away. But it isn’t the stuff I’m not taking that I’ll miss, so much as the memories clung to them like Spring Breeze fabric freshener that I cannot imitate in any other season ofContinue reading “Can’t Take It With You”

Eternity

We may be apart for tomorrow and every month for the rest of the year, but please believe this (what I keep repeating to myself): we will find home in each other’s arms again– some day, some year, eventually. Because we have all eternity to say hello again. *** If you’d like to support thisContinue reading “Eternity”

I shrink inside myself/I stretch Wider than my skin

The space I take up depends on my distance from the walls: I am always the center point of a circle desperately trying to keep the radius the same between neutron-me and the cramped condo corners, me, screaming, and the suburb streets, my stormwide-spirit and the ocean’s heart. *** If you enjoy this poem, considerContinue reading “I shrink inside myself/I stretch Wider than my skin”