waking
Yesterday I woke from a dream in which I wrote and publicly declared my vows. Today I awoke from a dream of betrayal, gripped with fear and with the ache of a broken heart. I admit I'm rather curious about tomorrow.

love and fear
The other night I was listening to a song and misheard the lyrics, but in doing so, struck upon a line I may have to use in a poem. More importantly, it got me thinking about this thing called love. It seems that many people don't have the slightest idea of what love is... clarity on this issue seems about as rare as a truly blue colored flower. And, to be sure, I don't pretend I have it all figured out. My life is a testament to the fact of my trying and failing and sometimes succeeding, and, while I do tend to learn from my mistakes and am willing to assimilate new information, I certainly don't have any answers.What I've observed, however, is compulsive pairing. I

how little I know
An excerpt from How Little I Know by R. Buckminster FullerIt is understoodThat if you know that I knowHow to say it "correctly"The exact meaning of whichI have not yet learned)Then I am entitled to say itAll incorrectlyWhich once in a rare whileWill make you laugh.And I love you so muchWhenever you laugh.But I haven't learned yetWhat love may beBut I love to loveAnd love being lovedAnd that is a whole lotOf unlearnedness.I haven't learned yetWhat laughter isBut a mother told meHow surprised was sheWhen an undergraduate firstBelly laughed in he

Encontre un hombre exquisito
El dulce sabor de una mujer exquisitaUna mujer exquisita no es aquella que más hombres tiene a sus pies,sino aquella que tiene uno solo que la hace realmente feliz. Una mujer hermosa no es la más joven, ni la más flaca, ni la quetiene el cutis más terso o el cabello más llamativo, es aquella que con tan solo una sonrisa y un buen consejo puede alegrarte la vida. Una mujer valiosa no es aquella que tiene más títulos, ni más cargos académicos es aquella que sacrifica su sueño por hacer felices a los demás.Una mujer exquisita no es la más ardiente, sino la que vibra alhacer al amor solamente con el

you're lucky
I dreamed I met my rapist. We stood together in a dimly lit room. I took his face in my hand, squeezed his jaw, and said, "you're lucky.""Why am I lucky?" he asked me."You're lucky I didn't kill you."I woke up to a series of muscle spasms releasing tension in my pelvic floor.