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“You’ll ache. And you’re going to love it. It will crush you. And you’re still going to love all of it. Doesn’t it sound lovely beyond belief?”
— Ernest Hemingway, from The Garden Of Eden (via soracities)
BUILT FROM SCRATCH
I have been wondering, wandering— what is the difference?
My reflection is blank when night falls. I don't want to be anywhere, but I want to be everywhere. I run out of people to blame, excuses to cower behind. My soul is sluggish, dragged behind a hollow body.
Nobody chaperones the car crash before it happens. It's too late to look away. Before everything explodes, at least I know everything happened by my hand.
My downfall is custom-made, built from scratch. No one can take that away from me.
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Happy to announce that my latest book is available now! Compiled over five years, ‘The Weight of Chaos’ serves as a reminder to first recognize hardship before finding peace within it. It is collection of poems that touches on tough truths while holding your hand through it all.
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“Disoriented and displaced, I grasp any remnant of hope that dares find its way into my fingers. There are a hundred different names for this chaos, yet I look past the harrowing confusion. All I am focused on pronouncing is freedom. Choice. Endless possibility. How blessed I am, to possess a compass that waits for me to make the first move.”
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“The bottom line is this: You write in order to change the world, knowing perfectly well that you probably can’t, but also knowing that literature is indispensable to the world. The world changes according to the way people see it, and if you alter, even by a millimeter, the way people look at reality, then you can change it…If there is no moral question, there is no reason to write. I’m an old-fashioned writer and, despite the odds, I want to change the world”
— James Baldwin
TRANSPARENT
You know me too well. Let me keep something for myself. Let me own just this.
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Johan Hagemeyer Talisman Rose, 1936 [tinted petals, raised one at left shading center of bloom] gelatin silver print
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“A soul may drift from one corner to another before finally settling down in a crevice that best fits its wandering shape.”
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love will keep finding me
THE ELEMENTS CANNOT HELP ME
Did I request that the ocean engulf me? I do not recall weeping to the birds. The sky knows of my tears all too well. Nature has been the arms around me when I could not find them anywhere else, and yet they are not enough.
Little does anyone know that the birds look away and pretend they don't see me. The ocean makes it appear like I'm waving, not drowning. The sky's thunder silences my throat.
Where do I turn when even the elements cannot help me? Am I inconsolable?
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“There is no control in falling. Maybe that is why I insistently avoid falling for anyone.”
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Ode to the Airport, Dante Émile
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY
You say 'happy mother’s day'. I say show me the happiness, because the mothers of Gaza can’t taste it, can’t touch it, can’t see it beneath the piles of decomposing children left to rot, robbed of life and dignity alike.
Don’t send them your empty wishes. Send flour, send hospital supplies, send an end to the massacre,
send God Himself.
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“After gazing upon you for the first time, I had to remind my lungs to continue functioning. ‘You can breathe. You can breathe.’”
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Naomi Shihab Nye, Transfer; "Morning Birds"