Day 17: Communicate

“Tell me with your mouth closed.” – my soul I’ve become obsessed with finding my native tongue, to find a voice beyond speaking. I’ve tired of spoken words. I want silent music, untranslated sound, scribbles on paper that not one would dare pronounce.  I want the freedom to be misunderstood, and at peace with it…Read more »


I did not wait for permission – No. I dreamt you in broad daylight, imagined moonlight watering my womb a diamond behind my navel, casting a marvelous glow. And, in that moment, you were welcome – and became. I knew Love beyond logic and romance, a dying to self that was both inevitable and welcome.…Read more »


I called, and you came: Compact stardust wrapped in contradiction, filled with kinetic energy. Signed. Sealed. Delivered. Before we knew it, I knew it… I swear I could feel your head lying on my shoulder before you ever lay your eyes on me, Invisible messengers ran ahead of you, Giddy with my kept secrets – sneak-peaked…Read more »

One Day…

One day, you’ll be considered “cool” if you know how to have a conversation without looking at an electronic device or if you’re able to handwrite a full page … One day, we’ll tell our daughters about the days when the brush of a lover’s thumb across our knuckles sent our belly into flutters… One…Read more »


There may come a day when I’m the only one … Writing letters with ink and pen addressed to those zapped in pixels, breathing analog memories into digital lips and lungs Memorizing phone numbers and birth dates, knowing by heart In a world that’s all absentminded, trusting devices to carry on their lives – I may…Read more »


I, knee deep, in daydreams See, glossy crimson lips Sticky, red candies Already, licked; not yet eaten. A, little post-it note attached reads: “Save some for later.” Laughter, tickles the underside of my belly Giddy, muses over Memory, playfully tussles under slats of dawn And, the vanishing night’s shadows. Salty, marine scents Dampen, cloth-turned-to-ringlets between…Read more »