Once upon a time, I wrote a few timeless lines. This poem from 2014 is called High Five, and it’s still true to my heart. So here it is again (with some light editing). Just keeping it alive. For finding the courage to let go of weaknesses however benign thoughts of cake? Cigarettes? Drugs? Maybe…
My eyes close on a good day and a verse writes itself, turn on the water in the shower and by the end I’ve written a page But tonight, under the dull stars nearing March, my mind as cluttered as the sky can only hear words get stuck as my eyelids touch my under-eye Mistrust…
I am usually very well-coordinated, organized, and able to follow directions. But when it comes to cooking, I am a completely, absolutely, and entirely helpless mess. It is maybe one of the only things (from the list of life essentials) that I just can’t get right. It’s been a running a joke among my family…
I deserved better. better than those crumbs better than the lies you fed me about work at the epicenter of lock-down I deserved an explanation for her late-night calls and her gleaming smirk when little did I know you two still talked I deserved better than a one-day notice and a one-sided story about us…
Life is queer and heavy sometimes. You just never know what paths you’ll have to take, if you’ll wake up one morning needing an embrace. Because one day you’re on top of the world, feeling unbreakable, and the next you’re back at the starting line, weak and lost. We’re so fragile, so ephemeral, we act…
Social media — where to begin? I found myself inspired to write about it today and highlight some things about the story feature. When Instagram first adopted the disappearing story thing back in 2016, which they snatched from Snapchat, I thought it was cool because I’d been wanting to try it but didn’t want to…
“Good-natured, thoroughly emphatic human being who doesn’t love animals but means well.” Those are the first words that came to mind as an idea for a potential dating profile, if I ever had one, after an encounter with a dog yesterday. First, let me say that I don’t understand why people act surprised when I…
On a cloudy as on a starry night, eyes open wide the mystery, no more a secret, of the formation of the clouds intrigues me as much as the far, far bright specks of light in the sky Night so calm, breeze so warm, the almost distinct sound of homebodies nestling in their couch, a…
In 2012, when I briefly worked as a teacher in Spain, I wrote this blog post about a classroom experience I had. It is a very much true story, and still so funny to me, that I feel like I have to keep it alive. Here it is. You never really know what to expect…
The other day, after a woman who must’ve been in her late 50’s or early 60’s started talking to me out of nowhere, I started reflecting on the relationship I have with people of all ages. This lady and I both walked out of a store at the same time, and walked the same couple…
2023 is officially here — wear it out! What’s my new year resolution? To keep trying my best, honestly. One example? I’ve been trying to keep this blog space alive for a long time, but sometimes I feel like the Robert Neville character in the film I Am Legend: Except, in my case I’m just…
I saw a beautiful rotary dial telephone in Spain and it inspired me to want to write a verse or two. But when I met the blank page, no words I loved made it out of my head. There was, though, this other thought about the different calls; the calls we miss and our callings…