Self portrait of me becoming. Today I am twenty years old. And I am happy. For the first time turning a year older isn't anxiety inducing. Today won't be clouded by insecurities. On every birthday I look back on the past year and take inventory on my life. And always I was disappointed that I… Continue reading TWENTY
my mother said Si te barro los pies no te vas a casar o encontrar amor, recuerda de levántarlos If I broom your feet you won't get married or find love, remember to lift them just one of many superstitions my mother inherited from her mother I've done almost everything right, followed the rules, read… Continue reading the curse of the broom
Another abstract painting done by me. I'm aware I am not a good painter or that I even can. But I kind of like choosing an image from the poems I write and visually painting them with color and shapes. I spend my Friday morning playing a game of "he likes me, he likes me… Continue reading A Friday in Three Parts
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
