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I have got to work through these feelings. It is anxiety, fear, lack of hope…full of despair. A mindset that makes pain or numbness
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Quarantine Spring. There is always something about the changing of the seasons. That clinging feeling of nostalgia, lingering, as the unspeakable trace of molecular sequences transform to meet our quarterly need. In 2020, our
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Water Camaray Davalos Like water, we quench each others’ thirst for less than a cent a day; thirst for love, knowledge, art, revolution, hope. Why demand anything in exchange for something that runs through our veins for
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In Parts Camaray Davalos Part I. Can I embrace you from the inside? like elderflower, warm and curative. or from the outside, like a sunny day; oh, to be healing. Part II. I want you to require my essence like a
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By Camaray Davalos The locus of your discomfort The anima of your grandmother (Who you constantly look for in others but will never openly admit) Patron saint of humble-brag who tugs, tickles, traps your attention Patron
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Part poem, part blog entry, this has been something that I have needed to write, to get out. Maybe you’ll find some of yourself in it; Maybe not. -Camaray Your self concept ain’t what it used to be, sometimes it’s like
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Feed Your Feed We’re all guilty of posting those mouth-watering pleasures, however psychologists today speculate that foodstamgramming actually creates negative relationships with food. In the age of sharing, it will always be
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You may have noticed that out on the dance floor time seems to skip by, yet when you’re sitting in class (especially one you don’t like) it creeps ever so slow. In fact that’s how it seems a lot of our activities go; the
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If someone is something more than she, she will not congratulate;she will not commend: she will simply not see. And that is the tragedy of being a woman. Where in society, we are taught to compete Not taught to love, up lift,
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I am far from where I came from. I would try to make a sound, but no one would hear me. I would try to make a move, but no one would see me. I don’t mind death; I was never afraid to die. But now that I’m gone I’m afraid
