The Challenge of Overcoming Creative Scrutiny

I opened this blog in 2016 to highlight the creative side of the surrounding community. When I post my own writing, part of me wonders how many of the 200 viewers of my post read it with cruel curiosity. For a time, the fear of scrutiny stopped me. Now I view my writing as a therapeutic outlet for a whirlwind of fleeting thoughts that pile up, and in my attempts to understand them, I stitch them all together in these published drafts. I wonder how much creativity stays hidden in the shadows because of the fear of scrutiny. Human nature often leads us to compare ourselves to others when someone else bravely does something we haven't.

Drifting

How to navigate past you? Left with remnants of the hostile tempest A void that claimed your seat Gray, cold mist that mourns your leave My eyes are still tearfully looking back Reminiscent of what was Beneath your refuge, wrapped by prismatic, warm mid-equator sunsets Propelled into this interlude through abrupt, uncharted waters naively, I …

Una mesa redonda

Una mesa rodeada de amigos y familia, Mis abuelos viajaron desde San Lorenzo Y me trajeron un pastel de chocolate de su panadería Mi mayor regalo era tenerlos a todos aquí Bajo el mismo techo de tejas en Barrio Alegría, aquí cabía mi mundo entero. Una mesa rectangular, con numerosas sillas en las se sientan …

Love and Loss

What do I do with sadness so deep, with longing that crawls through my bones? Where do I store this immense love that I lost, knowing that I’ll never be loved that way again. What do I do with these last memories of you, not really being you. You were full of life. We called …

Querida Nina

Mi querida Nina, Te amé desde antes de tenerte. Has sido una alegría que ha inundado de colores nuestra monotonía. Yo fui la embarazada más feliz, pero también quise mantenerte en secreto del mundo, porque era un gozo tan íntimo, tan gratificante, pero al mismo tiempo nuestro mundo estaba cambiando tan rápido. Nina, naciste en …

Light and Shadows

Pain and dread playing strings in my heart, I glance up the steps to your smiling face. Spring's blooming flowers reflect in the window, And on the other side, you, in shelter and joy. I strip myself of woes before I walk through the door, Until I'm barren of the dread from beyond. When I …

Big Sisters

Big sisters don’t stand behind someone’s shadow; they place their hands on their hips and take the heat of the afternoon sun. Big sisters sometimes stand and assess in worry as we sit behind them at the hem of their skirts, unassumingly. They will sometimes tell you to face the storm by bravely standing still, …

Farewell Seasonal Blues

I love how Pennsylvanians love spring. I live in a neighborhood surrounded by retirees. In the spring, I see them relentlessly and joyfully spending time outdoors treating their yards and/or gardens. They exhibit their colorful seasonal flowers, and, I swear, if you squint your eyes and look very closely, you may actually see them smile …

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