Tuesday, May 31, 2011

I suppose I could become a wave in the night. They come in, rocks and tide, ripping the sand and following the wind.

I suppose I could become like my Chinese name. It means "joy", but who knows what that really is anyways?

I suppose I could become like Carl Sandburg's fog. sitting on my silent haunches. Coming in on little cat feet.


"And I became fierce like a lion
Then tender like the evening star."
- Rumi


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bicycle man

volcan pacaya volcano

she climbs volcanoes

soccer in the street

green estacionamiento

alleyway

boy with cart against the wall

Monday, May 23, 2011

the day the world ended

the day the world ended,
i collapsed
my body was leaving itself
i couldn't see or hear
but heart found me through, hers and mine

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

i've been putting volcanoes in my poetry my whole life, and i finally walked passionately along the the base of one