how does one cope with the reality  that they’ll never be the person somebody chooses to love?   and i don’t mean your friends who you can’t believe you’re  lucky enough...

Why can’t I cry anymore?   I used to be able to.  I used to weep as I passed through The double-door threshold of Middle school, charging into waters Much better charted than those...

Time warps and wraps around my body, gripping my neck and catching my breath with reckless cruelty.   Time slides and slithers down my spine, curling its way around...

It takes heart to know what your soul desperately needs And it took me a lifetime to find out what my soul wanted to be.  If I was a stronger person I wouldn't have listened to you I would have...

it’s October now the feeling in my fingers is back again point to your body and tell me where you feel it   a visceral embodiment of  I love you but you’re emotionally draining...

This virtual reality  is getting out of hand. We stare into our screens and sink beneath  the waves of existence; through the chaos  and the wonder,  we listen as our hearts  beat...

A sound haunts these streets. It echoes, it thrums. The screams of a people who were told to keep mum.   For years they've endured every action, every word. But the voices within...

after the death of a damaging bond and before they reveal their unsurprising inability to commit it’s carefully engineered by the nuances of chance encounters    it’s gentle or...

I’m sorry I haven’t called. I swear I hear your voice In my head so often telling me, “Mi hija, cuídate mucho!”   And I have. I take care of the resilient, sarcastic, and anxious...

My throat is dry, making every attempt at words painful. My hair sticks to my wet cheeks; I take slow gulps of air, looking for respite in the soft breeze. In the emptiness of the moment I whisper, "please."   There...

  hindsight   i lost it on a tuesday night. it, i thought, being my hair tie or one of the dozens of lip balms I misplace everyday. it could have been the jokes you sometimes...

SAN ANTONIO Dear Dad – Thank you for teaching us how to live through Coronavirus / COVID-19 in 2020. You did not know in the 1970s that you were instructing us, oblivious Baby Boomers that we were. Some...