I tell my family that I’m working. They accept the white lie and swallow their judgements for another day. I get to breathe another day. The life of a writer, a published poet. They’re just fucking titles. Really, some days I spend my day tapping on my screen, playing a Korean-based app about dancing. What’s […]
Day 9 – The difference between broken things and broken people.
Day 3 – If your body could speak to you, what would it say?
Will this fog ever lift? I ask without expecting a direct answer. I check your pulse with two fingers to the ground, hoping for a sign of your healing. I quiet white noise with white light, silence the static of statistics to steal back a sliver of sanity. I feel your cry, though my hearing […]
A satirical post on the benefits of revenge and downfalls of forgiveness.
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act but a habit. In our world of extreme displays of success, it’s easy to forget that true success isn’t bore overnight. More importantly, it is not something we will feel everyday, in the thicket of the grit and the hustle to achieve it. […]
You are never too old to set another goal or dream a new dream. -C.S. Lewis Unless you’re dead. But if you’re still breathing, then you bet your asterisk you can keep setting goals and turning dreams into reality. My dream is to be a published author. What’s yours?
Being Latino, you can’t talk about ‘it’ unless you first cushion your sentence with a couple of “God Bless Us” and “Que Dios nos Ampare,” followed by twisting the sentence into a life lesson of sorts.
For a man who is 86 years old, he sounded well. Though I know his body was not, his mind was still very much in tact. He had given me his usual ‘How many girlfriends do you have now?’ opener, his way of asking if I’m in a committed relationship.