“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.
To the men who taught me how to cook
“I’m telling you because / you showed me how to stay alive.”
The Leap (part 2)
“My own perception of reality started to widen and deepen and develop alternate and asymmetric pathways that scared me in a way.”
A reflective mini-memoir of the driving forces leading me to Costa Rica, my 7th residency on this planet Earth.
The Leap (part 1)
“How did I get here?”
A reflective mini-memoir of the driving forces leading me to Costa Rica, my 7th residency on this planet Earth.
Shadows and The Wisdom Weaver
A Photo Essay Collection
Thoughts on life, death, and wisdom-weaving. Originally composed in September 2022.
…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.”
The Pace of Trust
“She wasn't sure where her intrigue would take her, but as long as she felt willing and able to keep walking, she'd allow herself to find out.”
Storytelling is a dance of multiple flavors
“As for now, I am in practice of conscious storytelling. It requires space from me, and because my heart speaks to me with a new timbre, I cannot ignore the call. “
Blood of this tree
“What does transmutation mean, you ask? […] It is to remain rooted while you die and rise again.”
Another day.
“I can't help but cling to the heat like I'm clinging to mama and the warmth of her heart; at times a gentle radiation of love, at times a fire that obliterates toxicity and purifies matter into love itself, at times a scorching […] that can destroy life. I'm attracted to it all.”
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.”
Love as a sacred practice
“It is so clear that any instance of hate is a call back to love. It is the sharpest, loudest, most reverberant signal.”
There is always a reverberation
“Where in this life can I sink into the / melting of my hips?”
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.”
Rosa’s Routine
What do you think it would feel like to meet yourself — but a self that is not exactly yourself? Meet Rosa and Lupe, parallel selves who exchange a weird but intimate encounter one Friday evening.
"Tell me a story about anxiety."
“There, too, my anxiety felt at home. My fast-moving legs through Grand Bazaar, overstimulated by sounds and senses and smells on my way to sip the black tea that would be absorbed by the creamy crunch of Künefe between my four front teeth.”
