Grief, a poem
have you met her? she descends slowly or maybe all at once she’s a riverlungs filling in flood she cracks
Then There is Love, a haiku
Sometimes it’s too much The world overwrought with pain. And then there is love.
Galaxies, a haiku
Awakening lights Grapple to connect amidst Shadows and darkness
Light and Dark, a haiku
Sometimes I get it. Can hold, endure anything. Other moments not.
Homage to My Belly, a poem
My body’s fulcrum. Full breasts above. Strong hips below. This belly. Plump, abundant, fleshy. It sometimes shrinks. It mostly grows.
Corazón, a poem
I’m fine alone She says, wanting to convince herself. She’s right. She has survived. Clawed, climbed, clambered out of depths
how backbones get built, a poem
backbones get built vertebrae by vertebrae with every victory with every heartache with every triumph with every shattering with each
I Want to Be the Song, a poem
I don’t want to play the record Perch behind the lens Hold the pen. I want to be the song