The sun is too low today. Perhaps, it too is hungover. It teases me though- promising me more minutes here. My dog’s leash is wrapped loosely around my toe and the sand is kissing my bum. I am sitting cross-legged and I peer at my beach’s small expanse as I write this. The tractor’s combs… [Read more…]
January 27, 2009
I lay in my bed. Perpendicular. Every which way. My body, immobile. Unable to get up. It has returned. Clouds of indifference. A thick fog over motivation. I was asked about this unmentionable the other week. I happily noted, dormant. I suppose I said so too soon. It has returned. With increasing attendance. The voice… [Read more…]
January 26, 2009
Venting: I simply cannot understand why the cleaning lady must come clean my desk while I am at it. Every morning, without fail. She waits until I am in my office, to come. I must stop what I am doing while she takes her Fabuloso soaked rag across my desk. My papers moved. I must… [Read more…]
January 24, 2009
I suppose I didn’t respond with what you wanted to say. Your current words. Light, funny. You write the word “Phew.” and “I guess I was just trying to figure out stuff that was happening, so what the hell I thought I’d ask.” You also tell me you are going to DR, then Thailand, and perhaps,… [Read more…]
January 24, 2009
I am loving Mead’s words posted below. (Excerpts taken from “The Secret to Being Insanely Creative” by Johnathan Mead.) You are already an artist. You don’t have to create exquisite sculptures or breathtaking sonnets. You’re creating all the time simply by being alive. Every decision you make, every time you move, breathe, or speak you are creating. In fact,… [Read more…]
January 23, 2009
I had reached the end of the highway. Before me, the options sprawled. The fear of the unknown. However, now my highway continues. And I am more exhausted than ever. I cannot figure out who laid the concrete and why. Don’t things happen for a reason? The fear, I prefer. I am bored here.
January 22, 2009
I often post moments. Snapshots of my life. Perhaps, it is time to share more. Provide some links. Although, it will not be now. But, I will share this. As I ride the emotional rollercoaster that is Caballito, many are riding the rollercoaster that is me. I will update the cast to this extent, but… [Read more…]
January 22, 2009
I write this as I listen to Fonseca’s “El Arroyito.” I recall his smile and that moment. I am in the restaurant below my apartment and my phone rings—it is Caballito. The background noise drowns the words, the words I have painfully anticipated. I bolt for the door—that is bolted. I am trapped. My breathing… [Read more…]
January 20, 2009
The evening. It was Saturday. I am the most beautiful girl in the room. The most beautiful in all of Puerto RIco. I am told every time I frequent here. It is not the truth, but nevertheless, the mouths that say it, genuine. The pool reflects purple and green. The night is perfect. The lights… [Read more…]
January 19, 2009
The moments in which I am frustrated exceed those that I am not. Was it not but a week ago where we reconciled? Where my body had one of those nights she will never forget? Last night you danced with me to Fonseca. Moments before, Jorge spun me around effortlessly; my legs and hips performing… [Read more…]
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