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It is a fierce love,
that I see
when I look into her eyes.
I can feel the courage in her heart.
She speaks to me,
from a photograph.
the unselfish determination,
the driving force,
in the voices,
that tell her story.
The story of Zoraida “Ale” Reyes,
defender of the persecuted,
began with a declaration:
I am a…Continue
Posted on July 8, 2015 at 1:09pm — 1 Comment
Difficult to write when the fire is
burning out of control.
Difficult to speak.
I would rather scream,
unhinged at the jaw,
swallowing entire cities whole.
With a knee to the neck,
arms and legs pinned down,
beneath the weight of violence,
blatant disregard to the value of
a human life,
and criminal abandonment,
the soul of a community
Posted on July 8, 2015 at 12:59pm
Como se desencadenan las ideas,
y se libera de este mal?
Amores son como la fiebre,
cuando uno de los dos quiere mas.
En estas cosas de ternura,
solo es riesgo
Si no te ama con locura,
no tiene ninguna culpabilidad.
no hay nada que se tenga que perdonar.
Así son los amores,
se mueren o se dan.
No vas a perder un…Continue
Posted on July 8, 2015 at 12:57pm
At this moment,
my heart exploded into sun flowers.
The tips of my fingers, toes and tongues
sprouted beautiful lush greens,
allowing my words to pour out of vines
that ripened into swollen squash ,
with tender creamy yellow flesh.
A new bloom with each step forward .
The fruit ,
settling along the ground I walk on,
growing out in every direction .
The squash open,
seeds pour out at my…Continue
Posted on July 8, 2015 at 12:55pm
This is my mind.
I guard it with my life.
I have spent too many days and nights,
tirelessly sifting through sand,
gathering up threads and pieces ,
This is my body.
I guard it with my mind.
I have spent too many hours fighting,
to own it.
I cannot give it away to pain
as though it was…Continue
Posted on July 8, 2015 at 12:52pm
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Posted on January 21, 2015 at 1:08pm
I am fearless,
you call it careless.
I am going to stay
without your caress,
which would at this moment
serve to stop my
never ending march
to that some where
I am heading to.
Mi alma se esta abriendo,
mis sueños y mis palabras corriendo ,
como un rio descontrolado.
My voice is sounding off like brass notes.
I am growing in stature,
sitting in the…Continue
Posted on July 16, 2014 at 2:14am