Hurricane Dreams

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Hurricane Dreams



this evening as night

surrounds the bay like a familiar

stars describe the sky    luminous

the moon there is a sanctuary

in this dark where time is something

I can hold in my hand

wind takes the curtains

in a graceful gesture

silence sweeps the balcony

as I wait   clouds rush the beach




I am lost to the depth

of my need for you    your hands

the small of my back as we dance

ask anything    call my name

under your breath as you fuck me

hard against the white linen sheets


the fury raging tempest in her eyes

only a small confrontation

in comparison    with the hurricane

to come


there is no balance    no courting

a storm swift approaching

wind rips the palms now left

then right in its confusion


stucco buildings in sun

your smooth voice   your hands

come to me in summer   high

heat    slow arousal of the mind

an open window on the bay

the luxury of a balcony and

champagne at sunset

you in my life    slow

perpetual like roses bloom

in a sheltered garden


if the storm breaks free   if we

survive this length of night

she will disappear with her

cloud filled eyes and seaweed hair

the beach littered

with fragments of the past

dead things we can sweep away

like so much sand

on the blue kitchen tiles

Pay Attention, I mentioned you!

IMG_0463.jpgOk. Today, I figured that I would just look everybody in the eyes and spit it out. You know, it is a bit difficult to write, when I know there are people still living without power, clean water, roads, and roofs for what is left of their homes in Puerto Rico. Let alone the homes that are completely destroyed. My island/MI ISLA. My heart/MI CORAZÓN. My soul/MI ALMA.

As of now, the count up continues with 128 days since Hurricane Maria made landfall and 142 days since Hurricane Irma made landfall. These hurricanes, have wiped away peoples lives. It is impossible to imagine.

Let me describe just a little. I spoke with my family after Irma hit and Manati (my home town) had not been directly in the path the hurricane cut across the island. But, the trees and gardens and all the planting was quite torn up.  We were all able to speak again a few days later. Nobody realized the devastation to come.

I spoke with my cousin the day before Maria and she described my extended family’s plans to shield themselves in a concrete storehouse built at the back of a limestone cliff. They had a generator and food and water. She told me to pray. I didn’t want to tell her I didn’t know how to pray anymore. My mother said enough rosaries for everybody 100 times over. It took 3 weeks before I was able to speak to a family member again.

Before the hurricanes, I was getting ready to move back to finish my novel. Now I can hardly write. An essential part of me is lost. It rained so hard, my storage unit is gone, with all my childhood belongings included. Gone. The rain poured down the walls of the house and tore down the cabinets that held my mother’s wedding china. Gone. Worst of all, I can’t imagine my family’s tumba/grave site. The cross was already crumbling. I know the flowers we put in the pots in August are gone. Gone.

My family is lucky. They have to resources to make repairs. Many people can’t do that. I can’t even get back because I have kids, dogs, work…. But, I will get there as soon as I can and document everything I can. Just don’t forget us, world.

I wish to thank all of the bloggers that have liked my photos and writing. This is a list since DAY 100 of everyone that has liked my blog. Heart felt thanks to all.

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