Do you believe in signs? As in the universe sending you signs. Part of me does and a part of me usually thinks I read too deeply into natural occurrences. I've written about my restlessness before. I know that my little problem/issue is insignificant compared to the larger fight that people are fighting. My reason… Continue reading signs from the universe
Abstract drawing of a hibiscus flower done by me Mami says the hibiscus agua fresca tastes bitter because it has been here too long And I wonder if she thinks the same about herself She says this country does not love her and she won’t stay where she is not wanted But I secretly think… Continue reading Hibiscus Agua Fresca- a poem
How do you move on? Do you do it slowly, like a tightrope walker, a delicate balance between safety and doom? Do you pack up everything you have left into a box and make a run for the back door? Do you hand in a notice and lay it all out on the table? Do… Continue reading How Do You Move on?
A picture of a mural I took in Bay Ridge. I couldn't think of a title so... It's been a while since I posted something . Mostly I've been trying to gather my thoughts about what's happening in the world. I have a draft in my drafts folder with my thoughts and feelings on Black… Continue reading Thoughts, Thoughts, Thoughts
Mid day rain from out you came Awoke in me my timid state Real life does not include "you and I" Killing time until I find Someone else with the same eyes -Annette
Of all the walks I've walked, tonight I pine For Philly air to brush right through my hair To wander through the streets without a care To laugh in Parc under twilights bright shine I still feel the buzz running through the air As we moved to the beat of living free Living new life… Continue reading Of All the Walks I’ve Walked
It is crazy to think That people I don’t talk to anymore Carry puzzle pieces of that night Things I said Things I kept For someone I knew, their memory of my story is pink and yellow Someone else might have known there was more I didn’t say Even now When I bring it up… Continue reading Puzzle Pieces+A long P.S.
The train I'm on speeds out of the tunnel and onto the Manhattan Bridge. I look out the window and the once traffic jammed road is empty, boats no longer cruising on the east river. Behind the Manhattan and Brooklyn bridge the bright, warm sun is just about to set. My heart flutters and a… Continue reading On The Other Side of the Bridge
I have not forgotten about this blog. In fact, my drafts folder is full half-written posts. I wanted to write and post on this blog for weeks but every time, I start writing and when I'm done I realize I've gone on multiple tangents. But that's how my brain works and instead of trying to… Continue reading I do it to myself