Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Slave, says my shirt I run barefoot from hurt to hurt The Good Lord’s magic sunshine child A stoner saint in the hippie wild. Slave, says my shirt I stand on hallowed campus dirt A man talks to the runaway There is a day to resist and that is today. Read more
Supine, she sprawls where she has fallen, not one bird calls where she has fallen. Dead grass covers her form like a shroud, an endless pall where she has fallen. The lightning-struck tree, stiff with black grief, still standing tall where she has fallen. Where is the play of green Read more
It doesn’t take much to set that feeling off in me—racing heart, the inability to settle my hands if I try to type. I no longer experience a temptation to raise my voice as I once did, though sometimes—like today—when my body gets that jittery feeling that adrenalin or cortisol Read more
“Ten films?” The X-ray technician looks at my referral while I stand anxiously next to the mammogram machine. “Who ordered this?” She sits down at the little desk against the wall, back to me, flipping my chart pages up and down. “My breast surgeon,” I answer. Ever since my cancer Read more
Brazilian Wax. The distinctiveness of this practice only dawned on me after leaving my home country. In Brazil, wax is simply wax—just as there, I am a citizen, not a Latina, a South American, or an immigrant. Seeing the name of my homeland advertised on chalkboards outside gringo beauty salons Read more
January 20, 2025 Behind dark mountains at dusk, the white god rises.Long after the loss of trust, the white god rises. During eclipse, they bang pans to bring the moon back.She laughs, what’s wrong with the cusp? The white god rises. Who sculpts the shape of woman, the shape of Read more
