De esos días que no quiero hacer absolutamente nada.

Pero tampoco quiero ver a mamá llorar.

Love Letter to a Ghost

If you are with blue eyes,

I will still love you

Like I love the sky...

Your magnificence and your unmeasurable mysteries....

That's how I would admire you.

If you are with browns,

I would look at the ground beneath me

And I'll love you,

Just like how much I adore

The strongest fort of the ground below me:

For you holds the life,

And life couldn't be separated from the soil that quench all the lives...

If you are with green irises...

I would adore nature for giving you

The beauty of those green plains,

For you seduce me with the power of nature...

For the beauty of life is painted by you

In every moving seasons,

In every moving wind...

Don't you know that I think of you that often?

I have a taffeta dress with warm cream lace

I am hiding behind a oleander bush

I am talking to the canyon rabbit's

I love words

A birdcage with Bones/ rose's/ paper bird wings/ I travel in a old space craft to your illusionary gardens of monarchs and Glass/I drink water and cinnamon/ eat pancakes with butter/ I am gold inside/ my body is a flower/ rose of Sharon/ Bethlehem Stars/ poetry books with faeries dripping honey/ I am light/ I am heaven's guests/ whispering incantations/ finding a solar host/ eating whip creams and breads

winter's chill

the brilliant snow

blinding the eye

a puddle

so red, striking

against the white ground

oozing bit by bit

a moth buzzing

overhead

/

spring's thrill

everything lush green

and fresh

brought newly back to life

a head and a torso

a leg and an arm

and two moths buzzing

overhead

/

summer's trill

birds and deer

fish swimming here and there

rain in the air

the smell of putrid

rotting human flesh

and three moths buzzing

overhead

/

autumn's kill

trees half naked

a sea of orange and red

brown leaves crunching underfoot

a freshly turned grave

a prayer for absolution

and an altar with moths buzzing

overhead

- v.a.

Sometimes they just don't want to be there.

How confrontational it is not being able to trust the person you should be able to trust most.

~May

Illicit Affairs

I remember first glances

and hearts beating fast.

I remember the words,

and the jokes, and the laughs.

I remember fingers twined in hair,

bodies tangled in sheets.

I remember short days and long nights,

tired walks through quiet streets.

I remember the music,

the wailing guitars.

I remember your voice,

how you made me see stars.

I remember the whispers

and the quietest sighs.

I remember 'I love you,'

and I remember 'goodbye.'

I remember the heartbreak,

the soul-crushing loss.

I remember the love

that I bore like a cross.

I remember the first time after,

filled with silence and forlorn gazing.

I remember you, and us,

and I feel myself breaking.

Remembering you now

incurs pain and I struggle for air.

So, I'll only remember the beauty

of our illicit affair.

You remember too much, my

mother said to me recently.

Why hold onto all that?

And I said, Where do I put it down?

~Anna Carson

you can't swallow down your hiccups

so i kiss them away, until we both taste

like the garden. dark soil runs beneath

my nails from when i clawed at the dirt,

desperate to plant the shallots before summer.

i wanted something for us to come back to.

you say you've never loved a boy

because you're not ready to love.

you devoted yourself to convenience

behind your mother's back--

but one day you’ll drag it home,

clutched in your mouth, and sit it down

at your kitchen table.

“Artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide.”

~ Donald Winnicott

is the moon getting closer or bigger? i ask.

does it matter? you say, the tides are still rising.

and it does, it does, it does,

because either this kills us in the end

or it leaves us alive long enough

to face the fallout. i haven't decided yet,

which one is worse.

Lover? I don't know. I don't know if she loves me. I don't know if I love her. All I can say is, she's the one I think about. All the time. She's the voice I want to hear. She's the face I hope to see.