Words on Family.
So for Christmas I made a zine for my family. Complete with old photos and some musings on my family. Below are some of the short pieces that I wrote. “Horses, they’ve done so much for us” As the youngest in the family most of the truly epic family tales happened before I was born. In my mind they are larger than life. My memory is a sepia toned montage of Gacky seething that,...
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Marked at Birth
I do not know how I feel about fate. An omnipresent force seems a little too easy. Too linear. But it occurs to me that I was branded with resistance from birth. Zora is not name to be taken lightly. My parents must have known they were cradling a fighter.
Poorly transplanted, my uprooted legs spill dirt over my newly remodeled room. Everything is the same, shifted only slightly to the left. The comfort makes me itchy. I miss the sweet kiss of humidity. Still waiting for baggage claim to find my fervor.
My Love Letter to New Orleans
I saw you from afar and thought “wow, now that is something to look at”. When we first met I was dazzled, floored by your beauty- all I could do was lay on my back and think “damn, this bitch is hot”. But my darling I knew you were more then sweat deep. Like Frida Kahlo your back has been broken, strangers poking and proding, building ill-fitting braces, you had every...
At the risk of sounding ridiculous, let me say that the true revolutionary is...– Che Guavara