For Loida

life is too short
for worries you can’t take to your grave
no matter what our weaknesses,
be kind, be true, be brave
be real, be happy,
be you
be authentic no matter
what you decide to do

you were here one day
and then on Sunday, you were gone
life is simply too short and so unfair –
i still can’t believe you’re gone.

Note: I’m shocked as I lie in my bed tonight half the world away, having just learned my cousin died of a heart attack at 48. It’s so weird how Facebook has become the only avenue for people to connect and record passages. Still, she was too young… Rest In Peace, Loida ❤️

book case

for my birthday, i want a bookcase
where i can live a different life
page after page
each treasured book a sweet escape
never one to lose my place

for my birthday i want a home
where i can live and not be afraid
like i always am
each day the same unflinching reality
another unfulfilled life on the lam

for my birthday i want to be happy
for life will be short
from here on
i’ve fallen far from where i started
but from this moment on, I’ll be reborn

The Things He Left Behind

the things he left behind
sit on his favorite desk
masculine and so refined,
so tempting; it’s hard to resist
touching them beneath my fingers,
feeling the cold steel and worn leather
everything reminding me of him
and his unrepenting tether

Panicked

the smell of beer reeking from your pores
makes my skin crawl, makes my thoughts flee
far from the present, to a time long ago
when you ranted and raved, when you blamed me
for being unhappy, having nowhere to go
as if the door was never open,
this life you call your cage
like the smell of beer reeking,
out again comes your rage.

Via Daily Prompt

Thank You


So I totally fell of the NaPoWriMo wagon. 

My excuse?

Sixteen months after I completed it, I finally released my fifth book today. And it feels good. Hard to believe, the book started out right here on May 2013 as a writing prompt, something about stepping into an elevator and meeting someone interesting. I ran with it – and boy, did I run with it – and a year later it became a book and another year or so later, a sequel. 

I think it’s a good excuse. Right?

NaPoWriMo Day 14: Measure

How much do you love me,
he asked her one night
as they lay spent and weary
after another fiery flight
into the never-ending abyss
where his touch pieced her together
stitch by stitch, scar by scar
for his love had no measure

I love you until the end of time, she said
until my heart shall cease to beat.
I love you without reservations –
You’re my sanctuary, my retreat,
where your arms enfold all of me
heart, body, and soul,
even the storms that lie inside me
With you, I am whole.

via Daily Prompt: Measure

NaPoWriMo Day 12: Pleased

I am not pleased, not when it feels like
we’re all dancing in the first circle of hell
where the ones considered different among us are taken away,
and our sense of compassion have slowly unraveled,

where it’s easier to turn a blind eye
to the things that are really happening,
instead believing the sweetly-coated lies and the hype,
too afraid to see what true consciousness can bring,

not when we can no longer trust one another
and inclusion becomes just a forgotten word.
I am not pleased with the way things are turning out today
where people who are just like us are no longer seen nor heard.

via Daily Prompt: Pleased

NaPoWriMo Day 11: Unravel

Stitch after stitch she counts them
remembering how she earned every single one
scars unseen but never forgotten
of a life half-lived with so much more to be done

she’d have unraveled a long time ago
were it not for dreams yet to be fulfilled
of doing what she loved no matter how hard
even if she had to rebuild

and so she counts the lines one by one
jagged and often, still cutting deep
but she’s determined to claim what is hers
the life she’s yearned for, all hers to keep

Via Daily Prompt: Unravel