The Return

This post lays between a poem and blog like two pages stuck together in your favorite book. On the page where your favorite passage rests. I took a break. I lost my way in a hazy maze sometime in October- of some year. I forgot what I enjoyed about writing. I forgot how to write.…

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Poetry and Me

Today, I am working on my poems, and I must have hit a nerve. I began to squirm. Writing from a place of vulnerability can be exhausting, in part because of the emotional toll it can take on you. Exploring past issues, rehashing out experiences that were once dead and done, reliving memories can be…

A Dog And My Blog

I write to engage the reader but how do I engage a reader with new and stimulating content when I feel the content getting stale? A few months ago I found myself enthralled by Vu Le who was speaking at a local event  he stated and I misquote, “Everything is better with kittens.” He proceeded…

Write—For Me

Today, I am sharing an old post that brings me new life. A reminder of why staying true to yourself is important in any aspect of your life. via Write—For Me

Creative Writing HELP

Hello everyone! It has been a long time since I posted a blog. I have not been writing much since the dreaded writer's block has made its way into my life and has settled down for the long haul. Recently, I decided that I need to break through this writer's block and I have been…

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Thought For The Day

When you can't write just breathe. Sit back listen to music, read some books then when it feels just right pick a pen.  

Write—For Me

I set out to write a new collection of poetry and I am thinking about words more than I have in the past. The most difficult thing about writing is trying to find new words that mean the same thing while creating a different version of what I already wrote without repeating myself. Can you…

Releasing Writing Fears

I like writing but I am hesitant about sharing. Self-doubt, apprehension, and fear continuously rear their putrid heads over and over again.  The self-doubt and apprehension lead me to write. In part, I believe that this is an oxymoron because the fear and apprehension should make me run from the craft. The exploration of my…

Puerto Rico

I am writing today from within. I write from the roots of my being. I am an American, a Puerto Rican. I am the daughter of an island born on the mainland of a country in turmoil over identity. Today, I see inaction on behalf of other American citizens, on inhabitants of an island in…