Over two years now since my last post on this website and it’s a bit of a shock to see. Of course when I first created this conduit for my expression I wasn’t far from moving across the Atlantic to France for a spell and then beginning the journey to moving to New York City and of course all that comes with the city that never sleeps. So much has happened and been experienced and changed and realized and it’s an honor and blessing to reflect back on it now while looking toward a beautiful future.
One of my occupations over the past year was a series of goals I set for myself before I turned 30 in September and some I was proud to accomplish but most, like New Year’s resolutions and diet plans, weren’t quite as successful. Among those goals was to focus my different mediums into a product of each, like a book of poetry or a short film. I’m proud to say I’ve written my first book of poetry and have begun the transcription process from my journals and notebooks and then sharing the end product. In the meantime and with much more to come to catch up, here is a reflection of the past few years:
“Brooklyn” - July 26th, 2018
Pillowy columns of bright pink fire,
burst from the tops of Browstones
and broken street lamps.
The source of the fire burns underneath
In a clear, ochre line that rests like a halo
on another fire, that breathes out of the greatest city.
Bellowing in scattered bursts
of sweat, and tears, and “hustle”
Feeding off the natural resource that bleeds
out of alleys, bodegas and empty concert halls.
So many are doomed to a self placed stamp of failure,
Emblazoned in bright red ink on a weary forehead.
Without ever realizing,
that the only way to fail,
in this ephemeral playground on earth,
is to not try at all."
Love,
Leaves