The poems I write often arrive in voices larger than my own—the archetypes that speak through all of us: Child, Lover, Mother, Healer. This one belongs to the Crone. E.K. They told me patience was a virtue— sit still, wait pretty, smile sweet, like some saint-in-training with a knot in...

Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings, when the dawn is still dark and the night lingers on. —Rabindranath Tagore I’m in a lab waiting room.White walls, vinyl chairs, antiseptic air.I share my journal with a stranger,a lovely older man, eyes soft, voice clear. I read:We can never...

With appreciation for Karen McKinney Cruz, who offered me a gift when I stopped believing I belonged in my own sentences. Wear your words. E.Z. She handed me this bag—a gift.Letters so bold they don’t whisper—they roar: SOY CABRONA…Lo Siento. The first word hitslike a shot of mezcal—no salt, no lime,just fire...

Once she turned to me and said, “The light has never left me.”Beside her chair lay a pad titled: Instructions for the Delivery Man.This is how she let me in. Knock onceThen wait.Not hesitation—anticipation.I savor the pausebefore the world enters.Bring nothing I can buy for myself.No chocolates.No flowers.No hollow words...

Be still—not as the world teaches stillness,but the stillness that silences time,that wraps you like a shawl of peace,that knows there is no distancebetween you and the Divine. Before the seed,before the word,before thought itself—there is a clearing, a letting go—like soil made ready for planting,a holy ground of silencewhere life...

Sometimes the loudest voices in the room are the quiet ones inside your head. I wrote this as a reminder to myself—a way to evict the company I’ve kept too long. E.Z. “Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.”...

In honor of Georgia Darehshori and her beloved Gholi—for reminding us that love sees beyond the veil, and stories keep the light alive. E.Z. “Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” — Kahlil Gibran My father is missing. Not in body— but in the margins. I’ve searched through every...

Last week, I raised my voice in a declaration of care. Today, I follow up—with a deeper vow... and a nod to BTO. E.Z. "Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope."—Maya Angelou They ask me why I care— Why...

Inspired by Andy Borowitz. I speak not as an outsider,but as a neighbor. A witness. A fellow human beingwhose heart beats across borders. I’ve lived among you. Raised children in your schools. Walked your streets. And still,I feel the tremble of a nation on the edge—and I cannot stay silent. This is not about lines on a...

God in Drag follows last week’s piece. A reminder that the divine doesn’t just visit the holy places—it walks with us in all our contradictions. E.Z. “Treat everyone you meet like God in drag.” – Ram Dass We are all—God dressed in drag. Yes. Feathers, fishnets, fists raised in anger, eyes rimmed with...