The day old gouldian baby finches turn their faces up to me as I open the wood nest box: their black and glowing pearly, alien mouths plead for food noiselessly. Rotating back and forth like sunflower heads moving their face toward the sun, their mouths wide. Moving much faster of course. Like some robotic face… Continue reading Como Pajaritos
By Mayana Geathers There is a moment before the sun rises, when you can feel and see the in-between of night and day. It is a sliver of time when the darkness still hangs in the sky, the moon waves goodbye and the brightness moves upward from the edge of the earth. Before the rays… Continue reading The Dawning of a New Day & the Cyclical Nature of Grief
I’ve been quiet for a long time, but there is so much to say. Let me start then with the most important piece. I am like you. I was born to parents who had to leave everything behind in order to start anew. They paid for my education through the sweat of their brows and… Continue reading Mictlán En Vida
One more step, I tell myself. And every step requires tremendous effort. As I walk through the forest, my feet sink into the Earth. ~*~ This is where I was just over a decade ago: I am climbing a mountain in Maunawili, an area on the island of O’ahu. I laced up my shoes ahead… Continue reading To Struggle or Sink
