rose in midair

i talk to volcanos most days, relating to eruption and hot messy dreams. i talk to orange peels too, the feeling of bitter next to sweet, an...

What the mind doesn’t understand, it worships or fears. - alice walker

I was a passionate photographer, and for a while somewhat guiltily. I thought it was a substitute for something else -- well, for writing, f...

i remember us us in the bed, in the torn up sheets, rotten and hungry from the midnight heat. i dust and i spin and recoil. in the middle of...

“I-love-you has no usages. Like a child’s word, it enters into no social constraint; it can be a sublime, solemn, trivial word, it can be an...

tengo alas para volar -frida kahlo

"i was thinking last night about how it's so easy to fall in love with people who are clearly very wrong for us, but it takes time ...

soy nicaragua (or, "for sriram") you smell like the soil on the slopes of volcanoes, aching to be trodden with the heat of my skin...

Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clu...

When you are so weak, give up to grace. The ocean takes care of each wave till it gets to shore. - Rumi water water water. giving myself to ...