January 2012
4 posts
floral diaries (a series)
kalachuchi me
…work in progress. must find inspiration
i’m writing about home because i miss it. when i don’t know anything, when the future is too scary and the present is too dull, i look to my past because it’s the only thing that feels permanent. i can’t remember ever being so happy and my heart sure won’t let me forget that.
floral diaries (a series)
Church bells toll and I can smell them Sampaguita necklaces hanging from the dirtied hands of street children peddling the chains of flowers in the shadow cast by the cathedral in the late afternoon Don’t talk to them, I would be told Why not, I would ask I could not see the grime in their hair, the holes in their clothes, or the mud on their knees I can see they were as big as I was, but I...
floral diaries (a series)
Gumamela plant that grew in the front yard of the house I grew up in That waved goodbye to me every morning when I left for school That watched the only child that I am play by my lonesome The sound of my solitude you accompanied with a rustle of leaves to tell me I am not alone Like a guardian, loyal and unfading she grew She braved countless storms that struck fear in me, she stood outside and...