B.I.G.

…fresh from the word…

In the sky is a bird in the bird breathes a song Heard over distance no matter how long it is the voice of a mother calling her child home it is the voice of the Father telling us we’re not alone It is crisp and clear in a world full of noise baring its soul full of sorrows and joys It can’t help but sing it’s song is the truth, as pure in love as Naomi and Ruth Where I go, the song follows like…

Para mi Abuelo – still missing you!

Several years ago, my grandfather passed away. He was the glue that held my family together, and his passing has taken a toll on many of us.

My grandparents came from Cuba in the sixties. At the time it was impossible for them to make the trip together with their children, so they had to separate the family in order to be reunited later. Many were sent via the Peter Pan Project. They had eight…

“I see the God in you”

India Arie said that. It’s not a novel concept, but maybe it doesn’t get a lot of play because we’d have to acknowledge each other. Namaste is another manifestation of acknowledging the divine in all. I’ve been thinking about this a lot, and it also ties in with what RuPaul always says, “If you can’t love yourself, how in the hell are you gonna love anybody else?”

Being Christian and having…

THANK YOU PATTY SUAU! Patty Suau, the artist behind TinyFcknPix produced an “illusion” installation which inspired me to follow her (and you should too!) and attend a Creative Mornings Zoom (it was my first experience with CM), which then inspired these thoughts, this video, and that poem.

melt into the other lose the distance between me and you expose the soul brighten the hue expand the arms lik…

It’s been a week…

Last week I was feeling like we would hopefully soon be emerging from a dark time. This poem came to mind. _______________ There is no life Without death No living Without breath You can’t appreciate one If you don’t embrace the other But as we navigate this life There is a spark that we smother “Whatchu been doing?” “Living the dream!” But going through the motions Isn’t as glamorous as it…

Portrait of a Pandemic – the video

2 minutes where I introduce you to the the poem, and let you see my pensive side 2 minutes where you can watch me read you this poem!

Portrait of a Pandemic – a poem

I don’t know about you, but I’ve been thinking about this virus, this crisis. I live in Florida, so that informs my point of view. I was walking around one day (could have been any day) last week, and it felt like the day after the hurricane hits. The day you can open up the shutters, and look at the blue sky and hear the lack of electricity in the air;   the silent stillness of the world around…