32/Los Angeles, CA Drafts of mine; poetic musings and some poems. Poetry should be accessible . It’s for everyone and it nourishes the being. Here you can see parts of my process: beginnings, drafts, and things that turn to nothing.
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I would like a night left alone with poetry when the darkness of the sequestered wishes that went ungranted swirl above the root of their conception where all ill is met with the frankness needed to climb a mountain in which the elevation is high the feelings dizzying enough to make it easier to want to trek down
I would like a single night to be multiplied into months and years that chip away the ice top peak of such quiet black midnights hidden at the crescent moon of my experience
Ten times you can circle over the same high peak cycle through the seasons as you dare not to mountaineer but every mountain of feeling must be felt there is no way around such peaks only lowly grounds where the merit of sorrow is the only badge you hold and a hefty heart gets heavier with each time around
he started to pretend with me too a handshake delivered as if his eyes had never met the irises of mine
how many people had I ever seen him shake hands with? did he know one well enough to feign a smile
he made me think of smiles as masks. I tried to smile and then I could not
the allure of numbness hung close to me. I felt in presence of a lost sincerity or that of an absent friend. I waved while he sat in his car with his child and his wife And so I sent my wishes for his good fortune asking
that they too multiply with every rotation of car’s wheels that the child be fed that the roof be sturdy that love bind well the frame of the automobile on the highway on their way home
Tu corazón lleva fuego en su interior raíces precolombinas, gitanas, negras mixtas para que la llama arda como solo ella arde cuanto se prendió durante la alba de tu nacer para darnos tu sol