In light of the horrific death of seven year old Jakelin Caal Maquin, I explore the humanity struggling to remain within the remembrance of her life reflecting on a family member with the same name, descending from similar circumstances.
Poem written over three days.
I did not vote in the 2016 election.
I am not a bad person.
I am voting in tomorrow’s election.
I am not a good person.
Continue reading “Vote and Shut Up”
There isn’t a moment now in my life where I am not reminded of the air, the December sun cutting the humidity in two as you walk through it. Or the rapid fire vernacular that bounces through your eardrum, creating compositions that correlate with the blaring salsa or trap music-a sign of the generational preferences. Young and old, female, male, gender-trancesending, flora and fauna-I see all of it in everything I do now. Continue reading “Puerto Rico Episode IV: A New Hope”