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
Category: Poems
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
Before Us, Eden
One day when I can no longer go on this is what I want to say to new friends: “I am back from the fields I’ve spent there the best of my years Where I’ve been What I’ve seen and heard And the lives that toiled Next to mine I have no doubt That… Continue reading Before Us, Eden
Angry
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
Enfleshed Evil, Part 1
I have indeed Encountered evil In the holiest of places. Gnashing of teeth Fueled by fear By the faithful to a gospel They personally Not know yet. Altars are lifted daily To the gods of comfort To the gods of power To the gods of me and myself To the gods of manipulation And deceit.… Continue reading Enfleshed Evil, Part 1
Half Full
Half-Glass-Empty The Struggle of the Cautioned Pessimist Eyes strained Looking Forced to find substance in emptiness It draws near Too close, and comfortable To recognize nothing, is there. Well, Hello, quiet companion Did I not hear you once again? Is your voice muted by the noise of silence? Deaf ears, Blind eyes, No words… Continue reading Half Full
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
icicle
i'm a melting icicle giving away all of me pouring my waters on heated, and cold, and dry concrete not more solid me. i hardened up after your eyes camped on my ground scrutinizing every detail bump, nook, cranny, fold and dent where was the love when our parallel journeys, thus far, finally crossed? you… Continue reading icicle
Poemas Perdidos
How many poems never make it onto paper? Exciting rush of words that fill up and Quickly vanish if not recorded. It is a task impossible to gather "el agua desparramada" The thought “que se esfumo" into thin air.
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
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