You can’t blame gravity for falling in love.
— Albert Einstein
I am the childless child of a motherless mother.To her, to be a mother was the dream.My dream was more diffuse — a certain kind of…
I am nothing and everythingbut never in betweenthe green buds or the dead leavesbut never the cherry blossom.And…
I’m self-centered, and I won’t apologize for being that way. Maybe self-centered isn’t the right word. Self-caring is more accurate. I wish I had…
And here it is, Mother’s Day is fast approaching. One of the few celebrations of the year I don’t look forward…
I knew it would be hard to move on, but I never expected it to be this hard.
“If you’re not happy, you should put yourself out there more!”
I am a sapiosexual and extrovert. Through a friend of mine, I got in touch with a “techie”. I connected him with…
Have you married loneliness?made love to emptinessfrom the abyss of your alonenesshave you orgasmed breathlessnessan…
When you go to Nonna’s house, it must be on an empty stomach.
Our love was from the first flushof the best rosesthe one perfect blusha dozen different reasons to livelong stemming from a…
Millennial on Tinder: Well, your generation…
on motherhood
The first, a russet-colored beast.Hairless She-colt with fangsChews ripened womb in…
He was no longer in his clothes. The few scraps on his body were soaked. His ripped skin could barely be seen beneath the blood…
After our father left our mother went missing. She didn’t die or move to another city, she became distant, a…
You leftI livedA diminished life.No one diedOf a broken heart,Just lived In smaller doses.Tiny gaps,Tighter circles,Circumscribed…
I wonder a lot
about blind people:
Motherhood is………………………….
The gift that keeps giving……………..
a gentle fingertip or two, brushing against your cheek,manila sun, merciless rising; heat resting atop our little heads,homely distant road…
Crave for manhoodin utopian camouflage.Lust chameleon.
You are the storyYour name titles it Your spirit binding itI reread every word just to memorize your pagesI feel youturning over and over…
On the way home from schoolA red lemonadeFor the victor of poolTeen years made talking strainedConfusion as hormones raged…
(A “true tale” Teaser)
Motorcycles’ engines ripping
they don’t speak now
but I saw them together
