July 2010
8 posts
Ella se fue solamente y cuando mis manos tiene la...
There are eyes,
and then.
There are her eyes.
Wide like gypsy moons that
can steal small children for her
mother-like ways.
Olives that bite and return, to sit in front of me
only to tell me that contemplation and monologues
can be refreshing and revitalizing.
Our hands and toes look alike.
Sitting together on the steps that
lead to the lake she said in sincere laughter,
“I...
I have this friend, right. Well, she’s also one of my roommates. Actually, she’s pretty much a best friend, and closer even to being my sister because sometimes she’s too much to handle. Like that one time where all I want to do is sit in my room and read and she comes home from Improv, yells at me to start drinking with her and dances around to cheesy hipster bullshit. Or, that...
Mos Def - Fear Not of Man
All over the world...
One week from today and I’m hittin’ the road with a bear and a warren, n’ with nothing but God’s blessings and the Devil’s pride.
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Harambee
A favorite poet of mine once said, “I’m trying to find God everywhere.” The unity of it all, the plan, the Son, the rejection of the material. The problem of it all is with the context. We see with all to human eyes and feel with an all to selfish heart. We all see this world in differences, attempting to find that alignment with divinity. Our prayers differ. My father’s...
