El Sereno Community Garden

Water beads curl up and roll down the cheek.

Tears of happiness fall as the pain becomes a blessing.

I feel my skin, little bumps and stinging appear.

I hear rocks in the river. Do you hear them too? Am I eroding? Am I breaking?

Masks off, lights on.

It’s me walking in a field of dread.

Pouring down the murky gray water down my throat to hide the ugliness in the making of something so beautiful. You painted everlasting…

From falling in love to falling out love.

In response to COVID-19

I will,

My road is not like any others, whose is?

Lives an old man inside an orange painted house

My road is not empty

My road is not Something that can easily be followed

My road is not smooth

My road is not

Time flies by when I am holding his hand

From the very start there was never a definitive answer on how to live Life is a path with ups and downs Life is a struggle that only you…

At one point in time, we were lovers….even if it seemed it was only under the covers…

Mind, body, and heart are all missing the one.

The Ebony Body is shackled in irons

“If it's yours, set it free, if it comes back…”

“What kind of sick joke is this?”