Monarca Rising

Category: letting go

  • 11.20.14

    by Carmen H Gray  the waves lapped at the shore industrial waste in a place where freshwater meets saltwater the bright sky viewing a town that feels like a story I’ve written like time stopped here, somewhere in the 1970’s of my childhood and it may as well be a repeat of those chaotic times…

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  • Flow

    Flow by Carmen H Gray   i sometimes feel I drift between two worlds one is where time is not a binding entity where cataclysmic waves are waiting to be traveled fearlessly and the sky is fully present broadened chances that aren’t hampered by clouds heavy with water molecules the other is some projected world…

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  • Parallel Lines

    parallel lines by Carmen H Gray   I saw those lines running across your soft arms arms that had formed inside my womb arms I bathed arms that glistened in the summer sun arms that were cut and poked and prodded, too I gently placed aloe on those lines and whispered prayers to each of…

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  • Rose Colored Glasses

    Rose Colored Glasses By Carmen H Gray   The truck with the tools And the hole in the eaves My view of the sunrise obscured by the trees The cigarette butts The plants dying of thirst A Wold War II veteran nursed In this unassuming place And no, I never saw the ugliness In you…

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  • August 2014

    August 2014 by Carmen H Gray   When, then, did I begin? Was it in the darkest peak of that death? Or was it when I found that opening? A deep and hollow gash The natural result of an unforeseeable crash? I do not come with a timeline Or a rolodex of recipes Neatly filed…

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  • Sunlight Beams

    Sunlight Beams

     Sunlight Beams by Carmen H Gray  “Capture Me” I told him I want to halt that moment Of gravitional bliss The freeness from the pull The airborne leap in the heat Before my warm feet kiss The frigid turquoise water And in those milliseconds I feel the deliciously sweet Water colors reflecting onto me The…

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  • Leaving

    Leaving by Carmen H Gray My eyes hurt from all of the tears Like sandpaper when they shut out the world And in my mind’s eye I see Pretty poppies along those paths I roamed Eternal sleep in bright colors That belie their playful congenialness Like the blue and sunshine day And lush berries hidden…

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  • Quilaztli

    in tonān in cihuācōātl in quilāztli  (our mother, Cihuacoatl, Quilaztli) “You promise us emerald and jade, but do those precious stones truly endure? Only the divine song, drifting down from Omeyocan, outlasts human life and earthly age. All else is but a dream, dear brother.”-Malinalxochitl to Huitziltzin in Feathered Serpent, Dark Heart of Sky: Myths…

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  • Little

    “I wish I had never got manic depression. When I was in junior high, I didn’t know what was the matter with me. It was as if I’d died or something.”-Daniel Johnston Little by Carmen H Gray Do you know how much I love you so? Your sweet black curls and those dimpled cheeks Thank…

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  • Today

    Today by Carmen H Gray   It’s Easter Sunday and April Fool’s I came across an old birthday card A token of a time when I was the perfect mother In my daughter’s eyes Before the cancer and the heavy stuff Before the hormones and the teen angst Now it’s all eye rolling and pfftsss…

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