The first time I felt my stomach turn, I knew only what it felt like and could not verbalize the experience. Mixed up syntax and…
Tag: phenomenology
“Ya lo pasado pasado, no me interesa (el ayer)” –Lo Pasado, Pasado, José José I have played this song over and over and over again.…
The tree in the backyard watched us while we inhaled on the porch, exhaling chuckles and talking of future travels. Now, the tree watches me…
See Now how it all makes sense how you swim in matters of grey how you reach for the skies and pull down the clouds…
A poetic study of grief. In loving memory of my dear friend, Rod. (Tense music plays) I have moments when this feels like a script.…
I walk to daydream. To not be angry. It’s a New Yorker thing. Walking back in time, for a sign of anything– answers, alignment, rest…