Nighttime Recuerdos

I keep trying to write about life but it's a struggle playing with words creating no organization more to say less to juggle I keep trying to write about life and nothing comes out my mind is full of thoughts and the important part is putting it to paper whether poems, biography, epistolary fiction, working through the process no matter what happens surprised always by the result is what it's all about. ...

Without an image I don't have anything to picture so what could there possibly be to describe? Painting without the proper tools but still writing proving that I am alive. And perhaps that is the sole process lay out thoughts and not look back that friendly reminder that I am still capable and creative with all the tools - my mind and my energy that I need to thrive. ...

Opposing forces the first sip may be bitter another sweet and somehow that good and evil work together we discover all the chaos of this universe and yet still find a little harmony. Yin and yang cooperation no one person is perfect nor any cup of coffee but sitting back taking a moment to observe what caused the situation we can learn, improve, savor every different taste find compassion for the world kindness, and caring. Finish off that cup what started off so difficult the last sip com...

I happened to come across a blog yesterday, I'm not even sure how I found it. I noticed on there a reading list for 2024 with reviews and realized how out of habit I am. I absorb news and shorter texts, but I never manage to find time for reading full books, and I would like to change that. Further, if the art of reading through the text is lost, what does it mean for deeper analysis? I write poems all day, but I don't analyze poems. In fact, deeper analysis is a little intimidating for me bec...

*Guest piece by Sun and Moon Who is traveling to NYC to feed the rats and pose with them, how cute nature is absolutely unpredictable endlessly made of surprise and grim resignation turn up on Miami Beach and feed the seagulls and pigeons magical, make a reel but it's also poop in your hair extensions and in the already contaminated ocean water let me take a sample and then wash hands before feeding yourself with chips as well so here quietly I sit after, walking and parking In the old backyard...

I've never done this before and I've only a moment to try because I see a harp but it is not a harp instead a trick caused by the light. Quick now find a soundtrack Dorothy Ashby "Come Live With Me" Aries Vigoth "Una casita bella para ti" Music playing air harp of an instrument that I can't actually see and I may never learn to play el arpa or even a small cuatro jazz is far too superior for me but living the moment living the music just to pretend I'm a star what great joy it can bring. ...

I think I know love but it’s still so confusing trying to cross check the facts I’ve searched Google, read news asked Siri, I’ve even tried bing. Then I remember I do remember true love turned off the screen outside holding hands forgetting the world talking, connecting. Could be strangers could be the best of friends seeing their face seeing truly into their eyes watching the glow of sunsets and not the the instagram reflections. Being with you over coffee, or outside being close full attention...

Siempre somos un alma Recuerdo aquellos días, que nunca terminaron, te sentí tan cerca, pero a la vez tan lejos. Pero ahora ya estás aquí, y las horas cuentan, quiero susurrarte el resto de la noche, ¡No te vayas amor, ven! Mi vida, ya te tengo en mis brazos, mi vida, no hay nada mejor en este mundo, no hay nada mejor que esta noche, no hay nadie mejor a quien conozca, que a ti. Corazón, Siempre quédate aquí, dentro de mi alma, dos almas ya son una, soy parte de tu futuro, siempre serás una gra...

It is quiet I can have noise if I want headphones in the sounds of metal or piano, or rain, and around the scent of age dusty pages that I will never read but in the center of them still enjoy immensely stacked up high and wide endless rows of knowledge and me in the center in a forgotten place only hoping it remains accessible to all at all times because without these evenings these nights there is nowhere else to be except surrounded and busy working, accomplishing tackling the to-do list so f...