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About detangledprosereview

I am a human rights advocate with a knack for inter-contextually. I am a storyteller, a ceramists, a pan-art lover, a feminist, and a humanist.

Notes on Understanding the Human Condition

I believe in education The importance of education by means of experience Experience of art Sculpture, music, dance, painting, film, ceramics, theater I believe in the participatory education of experiencing art Moving around the thing with eyes, nose, ears perceptive … Continue reading

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Self-doubt can go fuck itself: Looking all fear in the face

Pulling clothes off Baring body Fat pockets protruding Interesting curves Attractive lips Daring to love me Daring to touch the ugliest parts of me See the shame, lick it up like melted ice cream Buckets of hot foam disturbingly sweet … Continue reading

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A Need to Move Beyond Myself

Escape this heavy chest A mind that worries and scatters like so much dust Displaced over stacks of books By neon yellow swiping feathers To gather myself To make sense of thought To understand love and anger, my own being … Continue reading

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.Finding Home.

.Finding home so close to where I was born so far from the homes I’ve made.  Feel myself dropping down into this space, making familiar out of constant new. Pulling in the open air and the yellow mountains and box … Continue reading

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Good Morning San Diego: A Prayer

Your clouds a bright white and your sky a lazy blue Rocky green and yellow mountains are stretching out towards Mexico Waxy leaves cha-cha, reflecting spots of white cloud light Reaching to smell the morning through coffee filled mouth Your birds chirping … Continue reading

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A Strawberries’ Poem

Open windows, winding rode. Z: Yum. J: I’m going to eat all of them. Boys in the backseat playing jell-o, moving with the car to and fro. Aunty A: What is it that you like so much about strawberries? Fields … Continue reading

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You’re not in San Francisco.

You know you are not in the BAY when there are seats left open at the free Wi-Fi café. You know when the cashiers at Trader Joe’s are genuinely surprised you brought your own canvas bags. You know when you are the only … Continue reading

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Hips Lips Palms Pushing

One. Blue. The blue of your sheets when you’re looking up at me.                                         Longing for the feel of your hand interlaced … Continue reading

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Good Morning San Francisco

Bitter espresso Warm sun Soothing clear water in a tall clean glass Jasmine making its way up lattice this side of the café patio Good music, something Latina, something with a strong beat People ever so interesting to look at … Continue reading

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If I had a Nickel

If I had a Nickel For ever time you threatened suicide every time we saw your face puffy your thin white lips locked together your head in your hands. You yelling voice shill, the sound of boiling crabs. If I … Continue reading

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