My mom was there and my dad was there. we were in this place, it was very warm and there was a tint of amber. I couldn't see who was speaking, but someone told us that they were going to wake up Abuelo and Abuela. I was confused because they had both passed on. but… Continue reading Salsa de Chisme, de Mi Querida Abuela
Magia is living breathing particles of lights that exist in our blood that has been able to break reality with unexplainable events that only happen in books or in one’s wild imagination. Like when a rose grows from concrete or putting emotion while making food so much so one can experience this emotion by consuming… Continue reading Set Magia Free
A month ago I had a conversation with friends about their origin stories in dance. One mentioned the first bodily acknowledgment of this affinity happened when they got goosebumps from hearing music. Of course, this person did not expect dance to touch their life so strongly, nor did they necessarily choose the circumstances that introduced… Continue reading Ancestral Guidance from the Plant Realm
Brown but not Brown Enough My tongue does not roll with flame Sorry "No habla espanol" Born here and my parents are the same We have different fights but still just as tough I am Mexican I am American I am Chicana No more Judgement No more Shame Our ancestors are one in the sa … Continue reading Chicana
Although I never met you in the physicalI knew you through your sisters, brother in law, and all of the family I have the pleasure of knowingThrough your family I have learned so muchabout life and cherishing every day and momentand I can only hope to aspire to reach an internal state of tranquility and… Continue reading A letter to a loved one
Too many times to count. I believed each and every line you said to me. I drank them all up. You were water And I was parched. Your lies showered me Covered me in a blanket And tucked me into bed My gut tugging at me to wake up But I was warm It wasn’t… Continue reading You Lied
I was your favorite “A work of art …” the way you looked at me .. carefully examining each layer like I was a masterpiece . A puzzle waiting to be discovered . Piece by piece .. you’d take me apart . And I loved it .. the rush .. the suspense .. your presence… Continue reading Before
I decided to love myself The kind you hear about in books But this time, I did the work. I searched inward - Began to question messages , observed actions. I filled my empty spaces.. I dug out the poison and planted seeds of love. I was becoming whole. My mind detoxed; Who is… Continue reading After
Keep them closed you say My lips My tears My legs Unless They are put around...to agree or swallow Let out a river...to beg Opened wide…so you can take Until you are the one pleased and in possession. What if I choose To put my lips around my words and shout my truths To cry… Continue reading Open
Without fear, nuestro hogar sería a standing (in)vitation. Loss and grief would be welcome in nuestro hogar. We would share food at a table we built with nuestras manos, from trees our grandparents planted. Without fear, está lo sagrado, nuestro sagrado.
