it’s about ten in the morning and i’m sitting under two trees by cayuga. it’s quiet and it’s warm, but… Read more prompt: write something happy.
sitting in the warm coffeeshop in collegetown, missing my baby. the rain pours outside the window and i sip my… Read more untitled v
i’m sitting in the corner of a coffee shop, wearing a brown corduroy miniskirt and a black turtleneck. my hair… Read more alternate meeting – table meant for two
i keep waiting for words to come to me when i’m writing today. however, from what i’ve learned in my… Read more this musing is inspired by the word ‘fantasy.’
this weekend we drove through the countryside, following the blue gray lake for miles while listening to our favorite tunes.
it’s midmorning and i’m taking a break from my hike to document this moment.
for my terri , for my baby girl … a response. for you. it’s all for you.
i wonder what it’s like to live in a big city. lover.
i’m exhausted. i don’t know if i feel anything at all- or everything at once? is this a riptide or stillwater? everything’s a blur. i’m hardly standing.
It’s only been a handful of days since she left New York for another Texas summer. Today I am reminiscing… Read more spring: may 24, 2017
The final goal of this paper is to show the censorship of the gangster genre ultimately led to the short lived popularity of film noir.
Chicano art is the art of the people.