So many of us are deeply troubled and frightened by our current political climate. Manifestations of our lower selves are not only more visible, but condoned, even celebrated. I also find myself curious about what would it be like to suffer an even more limited human existence than the one I inhabit. One where my sense … More Questions for These Times
Sometimes it’s too much The world overwrought with pain. And then there is love.
My body’s fulcrum. Full breasts above. Strong hips below. This belly. Plump, abundant, fleshy. It sometimes shrinks. It mostly grows. Rounded mounds. Soft, pliable. It contains the map to my innards, a log of my journey. It tells my secrets. Showing the world the ways I’ve indulged. Either out of happiness or loneliness, it doesn’t matter. A … More Homage to My Belly, a poem
I’m fine alone She says, wanting to convince herself. She’s right. She has survived. Clawed, climbed, clambered out of depths of anguish Cobbling, crafting, reconstructing a life. Finding firm ground underneath Broken open enough for wisdom to take root For a sturdy backbone to get built. Yet it’s sweeter, gentler, kinder In someone else’s presence. … More Corazón, a poem
Shit happens, sometimes a lot of bad things can happen in a row. Sometimes life is overwhelming, heartbreaking, sad. Suffering. I’ve had my share. Break ups. Depression. Obstacles. Conflicts. Betrayal. Defeat. We are all bound to encounter it. It is part of the human condition. This is not the problem. Drama … More Radical Advice: Diminishing Drama
Eloiza Jorge 