A week and a half ago I returned from a 5 day trip to the Hampton's. In freezing weather the people I went with and I took a little day-trip to the beach. Here are some thoughts I typed out into the notes app on my phone: I am reminded Love is not near when… Continue reading Beach Thoughts
Category: poetry
It Feels the Way…
It feels the way rocks must feel when waves crash and brush against them, only to retreat or when you're threading a needle, never quite making it through But still hoping each time that this will be the time where it finally happens and for once you won't long or yearn instead it'll feel the… Continue reading It Feels the Way…
I wonder- a poem
We are different people around different people I wonder who you are with her, with him, with them does your voice change? do you laugh differently? What words do you say around them that you don't around me? but mostly I wonder Do you like who you are with me?
The MTA
You have held me up right every single time drowned the sound of my tears with your screeching engine and tires reminded me methodically, what my next stop was shown me the rising and setting sun seated me in front of women who, like me, have cried the whole ride reminded me I'm not the… Continue reading The MTA
fading-a poem
And then I saw you Cold waves Pass over me You were a moment in time A capsule Of who I was That summer a girl Who thought she could love And be loved The pounding in my heart Now a soft knock From the opposite side I lament and accept
Unknown-a poem
To want you is to rush and turn away From the woman with the tarot card set Or like stopping to stare at the poster In front of the shut down movie theater You make me scared of the future of us If the cards are read then what will they say? Should I just… Continue reading Unknown-a poem
In the music
He likes the girls who have blonde, sunny hair He likes the girls who throw parties at their parents boat house every weekend The ones who got a car for their high school graduation The ones who look like the girls spread over a boat in Vogue The ones whose mothers let them have sleepovers… Continue reading In the music
Proof
By mossy rocks down the river she lay Beaming sky shined her hair so red Her skin twinkled so white The river so blue Under bright moonlight Ear-splitting screams heard in morning My mother buzzed around dusting What she could find She smoothed out creases On birth certificates Placed diplomas in glossed wood frames… Continue reading Proof
Carnival Games
Another painting My knuckles have gone white from holding on to the rails, My eyes so tightly shut I see stars in the dark, My stomach has twisted and reached over to tickle itself, I'm ready for the fall, ready for the drop in the rollercoaster where my hands will fly up and I'll scream… Continue reading Carnival Games
The Curandero and the egg
Another badly painted painting depicting the egg in glass I am two different people in English and in Spanish A distorted two way mirror Distorted glass cup The curandero down the road defined me in Spanish He rubbed the holy water dipped egg all over Even at eight years old they must have seen what… Continue reading The Curandero and the egg