Women of the Trees: A relfection on (inter)personal healing Introducing my passion project, Women of the Trees. This book will be a collection of poetry produced by myself & a close friend under the penname Anaïs Sunray. With the help of your support, this book will become a reality! Topics that will be discussed and […]Read more "Women of the Trees Facebook Page: A Call for Support & Unison of Fellow Writers!"
I. I’m object to materialism— I don’t believe in buying Om signs to hang on doors or bedroom walls— the Om lies in the center of your throat: A vocalization of home II. I don’t want to fall victim to desire of the physical persuasion I desire good conversation: A synchronistic interaction of galaxies III. but […]Read more "Seven Energy Centers"
I think to say salud pero ‘bless you’ leaves my lips (too well trained I guess) I go up to registers at taquerias hesitation in my throat: jittering lingering in my fingers (sorry, my tongues are all tied up today) sometimes I speak Spanish & it’s offensive but sometimes […]Read more "Forked Tongue Frequencies"
i’m tired of the phrase ‘haunted’ referring to people who are still alive. they’re fine. they’re just not sucking the life out of you anymore. I’m not haunted by your memory. i’m cured from it. i walk in the bathroom thinking you’ll be there. i shut the door to my room and think you’ll open […]Read more "an endless loop of thank you’s is better than an endless loop of i’m sorry’s"
there are now machines that can replicate the pain felt during menstruation. i saw a video clip of some grown men writhing in pain from the simulation. crying in bed like newborns, screeching their lungs out, on the verge of clawing their eyes out. they’re catching a small glimpse of the pain we survive […]Read more "obvious strength"
I tried it again—this thing called love—with you. You called me late one Thursday to tell me all about how I lead you on. (Didn’t mean to, I swear.) You should know if you don’t appear in my stories—it just isn’t that deep. We were only kids when we fell—our knees scraped on […]Read more "It’s awkward (falling out of love with you)"
Sleep in once a week, paint your nails dark red lay around in bed for a few hours (just a few, not all day like you used to) brush your teeth, for God’s sake, moisturize, witch hazel, eucalyptus, coconut oil, take your time to shower & shave (or don’t, doesn’t really matter to me, […]Read more "Self Care"
freedom isn’t really free if we keep it locked up in cages—close enough to see but can’t reach out and get a taste of it—white people writing poems for black history month—we act like we care about diversity but we don’t—not when it counts at least—aren’t you tired of seeing dead brown bodies in the […]Read more "freedom, a nation, free domination"
the thaw is clawing at your jaw down a four foot drop (sounds shallow but you weren’t there) didn’t hear the groans, didn’t see the scarlet splatter, or concrete angular walls jutting out, gunmetal gray and sea foam slate bunker landscapes, reminding you that many pieces of history are hazardous, mainly because this history is […]Read more "firekeepers"
sunshine and water are obvious necessities for flower growth—but we often neglect to mention the very first step: their roots must be planted firmly down in the ground—security found in the soil of it all—life giving life—darkness, then, is not negative after all: darkness is nourishment—a prerequisite for reaching the light—so if life has got […]Read more "dirt"