Poetry

to live

And the sun rises again, So blissfully in its morning hour; It heartens all to let go Of the follies of yesterday the misunderstandings and the fear and she gives us chance and chance again To make right all the perceived wrong, To stride forward or stumble back But most of all, To live.

Creative Writing, Poetry

rancheras y la tierra

//written December 1 2014 Mamá me diga que cuándo tengo 18 años, en un año She will sign over the land to me. “Mi hija” she says, “estás fuerte y intelligente” I giggle. Nobody is stronger than Mamá. “Te amo” I say.   Seis mesas hasta que cumplen 18 años, I am nervous to own… Continue reading rancheras y la tierra