“I’ve been writing for lifetimes.”
Working with words has always been something deeply connected to my sense of passion and curiosity. For the last decade+, I’ve worked with humans from around the world, of all ages, at different stages in their lives in cultivating their authentic creative expression through the written word. It has been incredible and illuminating. On this page are some of my own words, inspired by life, created to inspire life and all its meaningful possibilities into manifestation. Here, you’ll find poetry, nonfiction, creative + experimental nonfiction, fiction short stories, embodied poetry, and whatever else I want to present. Please enjoy.
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I recently debuted my first book — a poetry collection. Check out “Poetry and the immediate: A collection of sensed spaces”, and enjoy your perusal.
A story on ancestry…
“We are all blood. We are all the river.
We are breath. We are air.
We are ugly. We are beauty.
We are life. We are God. “
…to allow life and to be blessed by the passage of time.
“Maybe, one day in the future, I will be seated with a soft belly and soft limbs remembering how I played with time when my desire would eat me alive. And I will likely laugh a laugh one laughs when they know themselves too well.”
Blood of this tree
“What does transmutation mean, you ask? […] It is to remain rooted while you die and rise again.”
Poetry in the pain
“Poetry is the multiorgasmic / experience of life, devoid of trying. / It is to sense the rising tide, heart full / with anticipation and mirth and abandonment. / And wild abandon. For nothing can stop the flow.”
Honor the story; honor life.
“If I close my eyes, I see my body, painted in blue luminescence, pulsing excitedly with light and ready to radiate the everythingness of this life, of this love, onto a page. The page will always listen. But let me tell you, dear reader, the page listens when I honor the story. When you honor the story.”
What does it mean to be "love"?
“And so as I reflect on the journal entry that prompted this cognition — and metacognition — I think of love as a kind of knowledge.”
La levedad del ser
“Our friend, the moon / Dances with us / Challenging the dense viscosity of our spirits / To loosen, lengthen, flow / Flow is life.”
What a pleasure
“What a pleasure to transcend the ego, even if only for a bit. / To revel in the pure consciousness of my being; / to explore life in this body / to explore what it means to love in this body…”