I used to walk by this garden every day on my way to New York for grad school. There were days that I would rush past it without a second glance and then there were days that something compelled me to stop. Maybe it was the old woman that I would sometimes see tending to…
Tag: authenticity
the blank page
I have sat down to write everyday this past week and every day I have stared at a blank page. The page’s lines taunting my unmoving hand, judging it’s silence. My heart beats chaning from a steady rhythm to a slow thump. After an hour I closed the book – unable to stare any longer…
carrying the weight
i saw me in her she was telling my story for the first time i saw someone — someone strong someone powerful someone you would never think… unravel it’s been 10 — almost 11 years and it still seeps in leaking through forgotten passages with stained memories haunting my soul while it rests when i…
moments
han sido momentos moments in life that feel impenetrable even by the most negative of forces moments that can pause our internal clocks the ones whose chime we so unconsciously follow the habitual actions, routines, patterns — pause just for these moments moments, moments that sing to the very deepest of ourselves — the parts…
lesbian loving life 