Pandemic Writings

 ESTAS VIVO (2020)


Estas vivo

Estas respirando

Por lo qué esperas

La muerte llegar para todos

Inclusivo a ti

Vivir, respirar, amar, crear

Mientra puedes

Todo estan empujando para ser libre


You are alive

You are breathing

For what do you wait
Death arrives for us all

Including yourself

Live, breathe, love, create

While you can

Everything is pushing to be free


WILD DOGS (2021)


What are the wild dogs in your life?

Are they playful or snarling?

When they show up, do you push them away in fear?

Or embrace them in a spirit of joy?

Come wild dogs, play now in my soul.


MAMA OAXACA (2021)


I remember how we always talked
About going to the beaches of Oaxaca
We never made it there, but here I am
The sun rising over the breakers
The morning air cool on my skin
The smoke rising from the fires of the comal
Mamá mamá mamá Oaxaca
I feel you in the air I breathe


PRAYER AT THE BREAK OF DAWN (2019)

As I wake to this new day
The chains of convention they fall away

And the mother of all she says to me

Son may you be free

To be yourself

Go and express your power
Without a doubt may you flower

In all you do

May your love shine through and through
And you be true to the light within
Share this truth and love your friends

And so I praised her name and kissed her lips

And to myself I spoke this riff
Now go forth and jam on my brother
Namaste to this day
You beautiful m*th*rf*ck*r

CHURCH CARNIVAL (2021)


Walking downstairs to the basement, the room opened up to glowing neon colors, slowly shifting from orange to green to purple and back again. People passed by dressed in strange costumes, and Mrs. Lover, who never came to church, walked up in a sultry bikini splashed in body paint, holding hands with a man in a furry ape suit, whom he took to be Mr. Lover, fresh out of prison. The Deacon, bright lights silhouetting his wart covered face, squeezed between them in his frumpy wrinkled suit. “Don’t forget me baby,” Mrs. Lover said, grasping the Deacon’s arm with a gleam in her eye.

Just then Teri walked up, wearing an eye mask and cat ears, orange lipstick accenting her smile. “Hey Brandon, what’s up? Let’s go check out the fun.” She took his hand and plunged it into a bowl next to a sign that read, “MONKEY BRAINS.” It felt squishy, and sniffing his fingers, they smelled of spaghetti mixed with tuna fish. Continuing down the hall, they passed booths with signs which read "Go Fish" and "Bob for Apples," laughing at the comical scenes. The Deacon jumped out at them, eyeballs on springs popping out of his glasses. He laughed uncharacteristically, saying, “You guys be good now.”

Turning the corner, in a dark niche where the portable chairs piled up, Teri grabbed Brandon by the arms, and pinning him to the wall, moved in close. Her breath smelled like bubble gum as she hovered there, a few inches away, looking intently into his eyes. With her lips, she grazed the plastic nose on his face, and pressing them to his mouth, he felt something weird on his tongue. Laughing, she ran around the corner as he pulled a wad of Double Bubble from his mouth. Taking off the Grouch Marx glasses, he popped the gum back in his mouth, and smacking it, blew a big pink bubble.