i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)ee cummings
To quote a much beloved holiday-themed romantic comedy (which I will not name, for reasons of pride) or, more precisely, lesser known 60s British pop band, The Troggs: “Love is all around.” Literally. (At least in San Cristóbal de las Casas, where the walls don’t only have ears.) See what I mean? Yep, either love [...]
Poetry Tuesday!, er, Zsuzsday! is looking a little gloomy this week. La Zsuzsita bonita, my local besty and longstanding afternoon coffee date, is making the long journey back to Hungary, breaking the hearts of rumba-loving Mexicans everywhere. In honor of her departure, I dedicate this week’s Poetry Zsuzsday! to old friends, sad goodbyes, and the great [...]
When the electric current of the last cigarette puckers my skin, my body remembers what it feels like to fall in love.Poetry Monday
When the electric current of the last cigarette puckers my skin, my body remembers what it feels like to fall in love.
Autumn, autumn, autumn…you sweet, sultry season of saffron and salmon. I can smell you, taste you, feel you–even in San Cristóbal de las Casas, far from the ripened air and exploding colors that always endear me to you in chilly Chicago. This week, Poetry Tuesday! and I are counting down to the [...]
Only until this cigarette is ended / A little moment at the end of all / While on the floor the quiet ashes fall / And in the firelight to a lance extended / Bizarrely with the jazzing music blended / The broken shadow dances on the wall / I will permit my memory to recall / The vision of you, by all my dreams attended.Edna St. Vincent Millay
And by Poetry Tuesday!, I mean me. I guess it’s time to come out of the smoke-filled closet. For my fellow Sancristobalenses, this should come as no surprise. But for my stateside family and friends, the fact that I am admitting to being a (gasp) smoker may boggle the mind. Indeed, it boggles mine. At [...]
All the Poets have uncapped their pens tonight / and ink, like blood, stains the fingers / of the hidden rescue workers / dousing the fire / clearing the wreckage / attending the wounded / with their plated armor of words9/11/2001
Armed With Glowing Faith by RKA Written 9/11/2001 All the Poets have uncapped their pens tonight and ink, like blood, stains the fingers of the hidden rescue workers dousing the fire clearing the wreckage attending the wounded with their plated armor of words Night suffocates the city with a sable [...]
En el tiempo del sueño americano tu desinterés en el placer y el dinero que mantiene limpia tu conciencia se llama dignidad.David Molina Urbina
Esta semana, dedico ¡Martes de Poesía! a mis amig@s que hablan castellano. (Sorry, English speakers. For your Poetry Tuesday! fix, get ye to your favorite eTranslator–or a Spanish class!) El sábado, más de un año después de conocernos, mi amigo David Molina Urbina me reveló que es poeta (!!!) y me regaló uno de sus [...]
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I Want You To Hit Me And Other Lessons I've Learned From Woman-Blaming Misogynists
It's Here! The Very First Chalchihuitan Telenovela
My Love/Hate Relationship With Positive Psychology
¡Ni Una Más! Because No One Wants To Be A Martyr When They Grow Up
Yes! And vs. Awkward Silence: Improv For "Beginners"
