"You have retreated from life," Abuelita says between lines of stitches fired with machine-gun ... CONTINUED

morning fog hangs low over the trail as i run, the faint yet familiar path leading me ... CONTINUED

maybe infinity finds it impossible to take root here torn between shifting tides and so much mud ... CONTINUED

the sun dips below faraway hills while scattered clouds flame into lavenders, pinks and grays. a ... CONTINUED

rumi might say that love is just the other side of a stone wall your mind has built where ... CONTINUED

i don’t really know the blood which flows in his veins (though we happen to share the same last ... CONTINUED

on the ghost-white page we connect in a space far outside of time. and through these scribbled ... CONTINUED