My Ordination Process

My body knows it’s coming I know because each vertebra Shouts:  “Crack!” As I drop down Surrendering like a swan Into my rag-doll yoga pose I am        like a rag-doll        with nothing left in me but the shredded fabric of colors I brought to their table my back is exposed ready for whipping… Continue reading My Ordination Process

Te Soñe Por Ultima Vez

Desperté con el sonido que hace la barra de acero cuando abren el portón de enfrente. Y salieron a borbotones Desesperadas y libres las lagrimas que Resguarde para días mas tristes.   Te extrañé teniéndote Enfrente. Justo, ahí, sonriente Con ojos dulces Adorándome Escuche tu voz y su canción Que me calma acunándome en lo… Continue reading Te Soñe Por Ultima Vez


I’m a pacifist and I’m angry. Those two terms are not mutually exclusive. If you are a woman of color who has something to say You have been accused of “being an angry person” And being called angry is meant to call you out To point out to a deficiency in your character. This tactic… Continue reading Angry

Danced on the Cross

This one screen shot inspired the title of the poem. The video is a must see.   He danced on the cross To the rhythm of the morbid A macabre scene of celebration We praise and rejoice to the gore Of blood poured out for others Human sacrifice Just and right Because He is God,… Continue reading Danced on the Cross

The Hijab and the Cross

This post is an interpretive work of a cross-cultural experience, it is not meant to make educational or religious statements to be considered right or wrong.  Rather meaningful interactions are to raise questions about ourselves, challenge us, and change us for the better.  The manipulated images are not intended to belittle or offend anyone of… Continue reading The Hijab and the Cross