If I cry and when I cry…

If I cry and when I cry, and my tear falls down It’s for watering the grass that feeds life Crying I redo the spring that you dried If you desire, my desire raises tides of salt and sorcery I live with my face to the wind and rain, and I get wet I am like a thin rod, that any breeze flexes it, but no sword can cut me Since the milk from my mother’s breasts fed me Even the endless verses, verses, verses Which spring from the poet in all poetry I am reborn every day as a … Continue reading If I cry and when I cry…

I am Iansa’s daughter…

I am the storms. I am the scroll of dirty gray sky, the wind throwing leaves and scattering shingles, the pinpricks of rain’s first small drops. I am the wink of lightning through city buildings, the growl of thunder low in the fields, the final flourish of sweet suffocating snow. I am Iansan’s daughter… I’m a thunder for the awakening of life, I am the seed that fertilizes the soil and feeds the soul. I am strong, I fear nothing because I have the seal of hope nailed in my skin as my ancestors taught me… ❤ Iansa by Artist Marcio … Continue reading I am Iansa’s daughter…

“You write in o…

“You write in order to change the world, knowing perfectly well that you probably can’t, but also knowing that literature is indispensable to the world. The world changes according to the way people see it, and if you alter, even by a millimeter, the way people look at reality, then you can change it.” — James Baldwin “Writing is really a way of thinking—not just feeling but thinking about things that are disparate, unresolved, mysterious, problematic or just sweet.” —Toni Morrison “The purpose of any piece of writing is its existence before a reader’s eyes. A writer exists when she … Continue reading “You write in o…

I want…

​I want to study the quantum physics of your body, I am going to spend all my days knowing your geography by heart. Because the switch and twist with every step gives new life to the pulse in my wrists. I want to study the whispers on your lips, memorize every kiss that I have missed over the years on this earth that I have spent in your search. And there’s no diction that could quantify the friction of our skin. The nearness and the fearless nature of this bliss that we are in. You make my head spin, flashing … Continue reading I want…

Too Brave to lose the war…

I stand here with steady feet, at the point where land and sea meet. I have myself, and myself is complete. Alone, and I do not care, myself is enough to tolerate from here to there. Two feet, two hands, heart solitary. On two shoulders, are my own burdens to carry. I have no wish for my day to rain less, just that I might shed consciousness painlessly. Endlessly the land stretches beneath me, the sky fills my eyes perpetually. I am at peace with my being, but still need direction. Where I must go, must be a careful selection. … Continue reading Too Brave to lose the war…