Metamorphosis

first of the yearour cellphones on the nightstandpulsate against the surfacethe hum of well wishes and jamboreefrigid sounds of social living  in a contemporary world i am awake,finally awake stepping out to greet the morningthe brisk san francisco coldchilling the warmth our love left on my skinunder the moon from the night pasta theft i…

A Caffeinated Writer

A whistle sounds off from the stovetop,  and the aroma of coffee overwhelms me as I pour myself another espresso.  Caffeine is worth gold in my home,  so my clumsy hands are careful not to spill. spill like the stories trickling down from my fingers, late at night when I am overflowing,  covering white spaces…

A poem from him.

I want to write you stories, and I want to sing you songs, to show you how full my heart is with you.  My woes and fears wash away  in the presence of you, my wife.  I drift away into another world  when you rest my head on your lap, running your fingers so lovingly…

A love letter from my husband.

It’s been a long road for me,I follow it daily hoping that at the end of it you will be there to greet me with your warm smile and ocean blue eyes. My job always takes me so far from home, but it is not the apartment I miss, nor is it the comfort of…

The Way He Loves Me

“Do you know how much I love you? More than you can ever begin to fathom. I love you like the sunrise after a long dark night. I love you like the warmth of the sun kissing your skin to wash away the icy morning. I love you more than the feeling of a comfortable…

Night Owl

Half past five.I have never been known to be good at goodbye,perhaps that is why every day I struggle to part ways with the night.Some might say I am too comfortable in the embrace of the dark.I stay up to share secrets with the moon and stars.They have been intimate friends of mine for such a long time,Always I can counton their daily companionship.

Origin Story

somewhere on an islandin the middle of the Caribbean seayou will find three gravesthat tell the story of a broken familytorn and devastated by civil warlike the country they called home they were called “gusanos”“worms” is what it meansthe name for known rebelspersecuted by men in uniformfor not sharing their ideologyuprooted like a palm tree from the home…

Natural Habitat

“You really do belong here”he said to mecrooked grin on his facehazel eyes fixed on minecheeks flushed from the sunglow on his skin from its light“it’s like your natural habitat”he continued where he left offhis hands on my waisthis forehead against minemy arms wrapped around his neckquietly treading watersoaking in the momentthe happiest we had…

Memories

You are the lead character in all my favorite memories.I keep our stories boxed away on the top shelf of my brain,in safe keep, just out of sight from all the clutter of the day to day.But not so far out of reach, so that I might still always have their comfort on the occasional rainy day.I can…

Thin Line

It is only a thin lineor so they saythat separates love from hate.You and I tread it lightly.Often crossing it over then back again.At times, we linger on ita little too longbecause the truth is,some dayswe are neither here nor there.