To write a story so big it holds humanity in its arms would be a gift to the collective of its own doing- messengers carry the words we can’t articulate the nights we pretend we have nothing to say
I have found that dangerous thing that I’ve had a shard of embedded in me since birth-and now, knowing where the pieces are, I have to return it. I will coax it out of me half Medusa half snake charmer, and right when it reaches the surface…empty it out to the light hard, fast, and certain.
A small dose of automatic writing for breakfast.
Sometimes I not only lose my place in the world, but I lose my place in my world. And then something happens-and whatever it is, I remember I’m not half bad after all. These moments take off like birds from a branch-fast and seem weightless. I almost forget them. I almost don’t.
Allow yourself to feel everything fully and unapologetically. When we do this, we achieve a true awareness of ourselves and have no fear showing that person to the world. I’m working on sharing a new series of automatic writings I’ll be using a word i haven’t found yet to display. They are phrases that haveContinue reading “Advice for You (where you is me and me is you)”
Rome: From Brooklyn we roamed Like young lions descendents We felt right at home Pisa: Things are looking up A Pisa our family Found reunited Florence: Old art and new art In an old place new to me See how old/new see Venice: Siren of water Swept me through her blue canals Sway with meContinue reading “Haikus of Italian Origin”
My right hand man tells me in Italy When we get back to New York-I should be his left hand girl and just take it easy I’m slowly learning to do what feels good And it feels good to roam around like this With you all the countries we seek are home In these monthsContinue reading “Inbetween filters”
three birds flashed before my eyes you, me, and elohim what a holy trinity I thought comedic and full of errors we made sure to leave room for tragedy to honor the past that was burning between my fingers as I came home to me now I can really see now I can really see WeContinue reading “3 birds”
In a dreamy cadence she mused I’m not sure what god looks like but I see god in you-so maybe each person’s god looks like their own version of a mirrored you? she sighed What’s god look like when you’re dreamin’ of them in that warm blanket you call a cocoon? IsContinue reading “what god looks like”
Sergio says “go to grad school.”