The NuTribe

I have a new blog which is mainly personal but I will continue posting my own work along with other things I find beautiful and socially relevant. 

Between these two clouds exists a space of genesis

Of star dust and ancient light flickering

The twinkle in the deep night, with a life of its own

Breathing its own rhythm

Creating waves of blue light that travel across the universe

I can see my head on the other side of the room, bouncing with the rhythm

I can feel the waves of that star

Tonight I sit in an endless expanse 

Knees to the floor, I lean back 

And let the cold air fill me up with beautiful thoughts

I let the emotion pour from every pore in my skin

And feel, life, growing onto me like moss

With the scent of the earth, clean, after a thunderstorm

The sounds of the droplets still fresh in my ears 

And the rumble of thunder across the plains

May I become the lightning and ascend 

May I transcend my own greed 

Let me suffer no more from the darkness

I will no longer feed my fear

I will be free

I will be free

I will be

free

The setting sun casts warm rays of desert heat into my eyes

And dries away the icy tears

For that instant the winter is lifted from the earth’s shoulders

And July lives eternally

 The cool shroud of December now hugs me close

And the moon like a glacier in the dusken sky, dark blue like Arctic waters

Casts the shadows of the trees onto the ground

I lift my head and breathe in the clean, cool air of an earth being reborn

 It carves into my lungs, and I breathe out the darkness

The sparks leave trails of incandescent orange in the black smoke

As they leave my mouth

And I am reborn in the December shadows

I am eternal

I turned to her, and her eyes had been replaced with white stellar light

And her sweet voice had become a deafening echo of space

The ancient murmurs of mysterious galaxies, crystal clear

 Lulling me into a kind of peace, and simultaneous terror

The roof of the car slowly and gingerly tore open

And she ascended into the early dawn sky

Full of stars, calling her name

A name we had never known

Androda

 And she disappeared in a sphere of light

Both sadness and relief painted on her skin

And then I sat in the car, alone

I took a deep breath of cool, new air

And I smiled

I am Orybix. I am a Puerto Rican/Colombian writer and musician, born and raised in NYC. Considering how diverse this city is, it’s pretty disturbing that it’s so hard to find a solid amount of work by black and latin artists. Unless it’s latin or black history month, you don’t see much work by our peoples around. Why are we so under-represented in the arts, when so many of us are artistically inclined? Why are we so hard to find?

The Nu Tribe is a collective of young, latinx writers with unique perspectives and writing styles, who seek to stimulate the spirit, encourage young latinx people to pursure their dreams, and bring about change in the art world. This is for all the young latinx people everywhere who aren't sure if they can become artists because they hardly see anyone with a name or face like theirs in high places. We seek to eradicate the idea of a token black or latin person. We are not spice to be added to soup, we're not a statistic to make a collection seem diverse. We are real people, storytellers, creators, and otherworldly gates.

We are the Nu Tribe.