The solitary storyteller works in silence Often etching the grooves of crashing waves, Of crushing skulls and brave felines, too. In his consultation he delineates The perfect impression of the story at hand Tracing the asymptotic space between pleasure and pain. Then with quill and ink in hand He buzzes busily, engraving tales onto fleshy … More Immortalized
My earliest memory of my not-so-little-anymore sister was the day my dad took me to the hospital to meet her for the first time. I was so excited to see her, I even had a greeting card in hand as a welcoming gift. Extravagant for a three-year-old in a third world country, I know. She … More Seester
Have you ever heard someone say music is their life and can’t help but eye them askew for forcing you to bear their aggravating attempt at carving out in the crust of our collective existence a nook that is uniquely like them? You try to conceal, or at the very least slickly adjust your gnarled … More Las Claves de Angel
You encouraged me but you didn’t inspire me. I found in you and unconditional love that I realized I could not reciprocate. I could very well imagine the rest of my days without you. I found out why the caged bird sings, despite the gleaming gold of its enclosure. More than anything I felt like … More I Left You for Me: An Open Letter to My Ex
He was an open book, written in my language and with familiar themes, but at the same time, one with so many chapters I’d never get to read. He was a song I had stuck in my head and I convinced myself that the best way to get rid of it, was to sing it. … More Deeply
Ramblings of a Loud Pacifist Redux 