Life Don’t Kill My Tempo
I’d close my hollow eyes and see nothing of what I’d dreamed would be true when awakened from this habit, imposed by life and by… Read More »Life Don’t Kill My Tempo
Poetry
How is a Story Born?
How is a story born? A story is born… When we do things we shouldn’t do. When you look at me the way you do.… Read More »How is a Story Born?
Compilation of Best Posts
To whom it may concern: I compiled my favorite and best blog posts from the past six years and they’re now in this eBook format,… Read More »Compilation of Best Posts
The Road, The Unknown, and I
I had my earbuds in my ears, volume up above healthy levels, blasting Rihanna’s We Found Love when I got distracted thinking how funny it… Read More »The Road, The Unknown, and I
Red Flags and All That Jazz
Sign language is an artistic way of communication that not all of us can interpret, nor master. Isn’t that the same reason that not all… Read More »Red Flags and All That Jazz
Heart Disease You Can’t See
She couldn’t understand how, if Earth spun on its axis twenty-four seven and each full turn was a different day, her heart didn’t change. What… Read More »Heart Disease You Can’t See
I See You, and You See Me
I see you people-watching and I know you see me. But you prefer pretending that you don’t see me, so I respect your wish to… Read More »I See You, and You See Me
Why Poetry?
Pensive, he looked away as if trying to find the words that, maybe in his mind, would not offend me. His shoulder touched his chin… Read More »Why Poetry?
Blue Suede Stilettos
“Are those blue suede shoes?” you asked. “Are you color blind?” I replied, “And, that’s blue suede STILETTOS for ya.” “Smart mouth, I see.” “And… Read More »Blue Suede Stilettos
Lluvia de despedida
¿Que si me gusta la lluvia, dices? Me llena de alegría. Es lo único que me hace levantar de mi tumba para escribirte alguna carta… Read More »Lluvia de despedida
Too Much of This, Not Enough of That
Big part of my upbringing taught me how to be submissive. Didn’t teach me to stand up, I had to learn it. I learned to… Read More »Too Much of This, Not Enough of That
Far Away – a Poem
From someone who’s been there and done that: if you wanna go far away where nobody knows your name, it’s only you in your way.… Read More »Far Away – a Poem