Because It's Monday

The start of a new week. The start of something new, with a bit of my favorite things: music, poetry, and memories. Like Rilke said, I need to start living rather than writing, rather than trying to muddle through words and emotions. There is too much to learn before I can truly express myself in a way that is meaningful.

Music




Poetry

Secrets

Sometimes I hold my breath, keep it hidden
So that the world presses up against me, as if to
Silence my body so that my ears open wider and I
Hear the wind speak through the clouds.

I find, in those moments, secrets, softened on my
Tongue, ineffable in air but hovering in my pores,
Gently waiting for my recollection. Secrets that,
Once known, dissipate into the dewy darkness
Of knowing, and finally: I exhale.


Pictures



My brother and his dog, Chuchu.