What do you do

when you’re tired

like the world meant for you to be

and you’re broke

like the world meant for you to be

and you’re lonely

like the world meant for you to be?


You get angry

like Earth meant for you to be

you find truth

like Earth meant for to find

you fight back

like Earth meant for you to do

you let go of the world

like Earth meant for you to do, too.


You build a new world.


February 11, 2018




Waves of story –

that is an emotional life…

trauma informed you have to mentally be still,

learn to see the busyness in your body, in your mind, practice

often, even though it isn’t fair you were born into a god damned

patriarchal, capitalistic, racist, classist, sexist, homophobic society

that favors my white Latina skin, that denies my queerness,
that pokes fun at my gender
every   single    day.

And stories- stories are life’s meaning that, in their fullest,
most fleshed out form, make us human.

I want this to be an ode to SBU; to HC;

an ode to Bruce,

my body, my breath;

an ode to my throat; an ode to my face;

an ode to my familia, my Kenny, my mother; an ode to my father,
brother, sister, to friends long lost;

an ode to America, to nationalism and Puerto Rico’s remains;

an ode to my pen;

an ode to emotional bodies laying dormant, untouched,

by a warmed soul lingering underneath,

pure animal energy

born in the womb of the Earth, returning to the universe

once I dare to turn each story around…

December 6, 2017


At 11:11

I will make a wish

that one day

my 11:11 wish won’t have to count,

won’t be some far off, preposterous thing,

that being a person,

first and foremost,

is about existing on Earth

and not in someone else’s wallet.


At 11:11,

I will make a wish

that all of my future wishes

come true.

Birthday cakes, eyelashes,

four leaf clovers–

send them all my way

and soon veganism will be widespread,

time machines will be real

and life will come with an automatic “pause” button.


I don’t want to leave

this time, this place

just yet.


The dollars we learned

to put above ourselves

back in 2017, 1999, 1776– they are far away.


Nothing to despair over.


It’s just 11:11:

four parallel lines

chasing after each other,

and never meeting.


August 27, 2017

watching the moon


you are on your own

with a life that belongs

to no one–

and that is more than okay.


what do I believe in?

I believe in truth,

the elements,

digging underneath the dirt

of lies we have been hiding

underneath our skin,

feeding one another


with or without realizing it

your soul

is the soul of the Gods,

the air you take in

as you step outside,

the sky shading you from the universe above

the earth underneath your feet

tell me that you can live without this;

tell me that this isn’t life itself.


you are made out of flesh and bone,

truth and more truth

layered one on top of the other

if you forget your way,

remember that it probably wasn’t your way

to begin with.


the way is empty;

the way is full of life.


and that life is surrounding you,



April 9, 2017


I don’t care

what you believe in,

as long as you admit

that there is something first and foremost,

yesterday, today, and tomorrow

beyond life and death


beyond your front door, your morning coffee, your Instagram feed



is the spirit between your collar bones,

beneath  your chest,

the heartbeat Earth lent you

asking only two things in return:

don’t forget

where you came from;

don’t forget

to give back.


March 26, 2017


What legacy

have I been born into,

have you been born into,

have we been born into?


The farmer,

the preacher,

the banker,

the slave owner,

the slave;

the pawn,

the mom,

the sister,

the son,

the game.


It’s all a game of competition

or at least it all seems like a game of competition…


The Earth is not a game.

The Earth is life;

and we are part of the Earth.


We have each been handed an inheritance

that we had no control over.  You’re right.


We’ve all been infants, breast fed, bottle fed,

learned to read if we were lucky.


But how much did we really learn

if I am unable to read the society around me–

if society is unable to read itself?


Who created this inheritance, thought it was a good idea?


What is an inheritance anyway?


If leaves learned to read, write, speak

as we have…

perhaps we would have an answer.


January 22, 2017