And She Stands Alone

  And she stands alone as a man she sees, he saw soldiers marching while I saw the corpses of native Americans bleeding and she stands alone, as he saw the infantry marching the proud soldiers holding their guns while I saw the Shaman who … Continue readingAnd She Stands Alone

Little Red Elephant

  Little red elephant sits in my room she burns my intentions into the universe red, being passion red being love red being the desire of things that turn red Little red elephant sits in my space among my collections of owls and cats she … Continue readingLittle Red Elephant

A letter, upon inquiring on what sort of person I am

A letter, upon inquiring on what sort of person I am Upon inquiring about what sort of person I am, I shall tell you I’m like that-that woman that speaks without abandon, I talk with my hands, I speak with intention I’m like that I … Continue readingA letter, upon inquiring on what sort of person I am

High 2/30 (And some new art)

Some new art in my journal. I used a technique I learned from Mindy Lacefield’s class for this one, of just writing and writing and writing in a sort of jumbled up manner all over the page. Also, I wrote a poem. It’s called, “High” … Continue readingHigh 2/30 (And some new art)

Just

just close the door just don’t speak just love just try just be justen listen to the wailing                                             of my heart singing dirges … Continue readingJust

I am this

This poem is what happens when you call a poet sensitive.  This is who I am: equal parts Colombiana Puerto Riqueña  americana I am this and so much more This is who I am: I am loud mouthed nosed pierced strong opinions don’t fuck with … Continue readingI am this

A letter to my former self

Dear little girl: one dayyou will get outI promiseone dayand one day, you will laughyou willone dayone day, little girl, you will be beautiful and feel pretty insideand the monster voices of the monsters that raised youwill all disappearwill all fade away because youwill have shushed themone … Continue readingA letter to my former self