Hair always dyed a shade of youth and vigor,
remnants coloring the papery skin around her ears and forehead.
Little round body that tells the hard tale of Mexican women-
low to the ground for work and round in the hips for babies.
Breasts too small for her body and a heart muscle too weak for all that she would feel and experience.
Ankles swollen, eyes rheumy, thick glasses. Her Spanish not accepted; English not sufficient.
House dresses in so many flowered patterns, some shade of pink always on her lips- creeping through the lines forming there.
And she was beautiful. Magnificent. The Queen of my heart. Read more…
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When the perceiving heart goes haywire
And the circuits are overloaded,
a devil lies behind every bush.
Around every corner, a monster. Read more…
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After growing up in a wildly Conservative church and watching it attempt to destroy my family in the wake of my sisters’ coming-outs, I determined to have nothing to do with organized religion again.
If one were to measure my belief in “the Divine”, it would definitely have to be on a sliding scale. The sliding scale would look something like this:
Good day: “Spiritual” in the “new-agey,” search for greater meaning sense.
Medium day: Agnostic – I really don’t know what to believe. I don’t have proof either way.
Bad day (aka, I watched the news): I don’t think there is a God. And if there is, he/she’s flipped us the bird and walked away. Read more…
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I sat there in the child therapist’s office, wondering how I got there. Read more…
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Come closer.
Warm your hands near the fire of my heart.
Come closer.
Circle yourself around my ribcage
and absorb
the heat, Read more…
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With her love of fashion, fun, handsome men and humanitarianism, I’ve often wondered if I could have been Audrey Hepburn in another life. But what most endears me to her is her quote: “I was born with an enormous need for affection and a terrible need to give it.” What is so apparent to me in these words is a quiet desperation, desperation with which most naturally affectionate people immediately relate.
People who know me would describe me as very warm and affectionate, bordering on mushy. I’m a hugger. A kisser. A lover. A giver of warm words and gifts. It bubbles out of me almost constantly, like a well with a deep-seeded spring of passion. I don’t have to try; it just happens, and I adore when all of those things are given to me in return.