Tag: storytelling
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Madame
Madame was my high school French teacher. She never let me photograph her. I only have a photo of her hands. I sneaked this picture of her having coffee. We were in her hometown Saintes, France. Madame doesn’t subscribe to my blog but she has access to my website so Madame, if you’re reading this, […]
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Spiritual Gifts
I can’t sleep. I had an inspirational conversation with my sister. We also prayed together. It was meditative and we called on our grandpa, Pops, and on our ancestors. It was an amazing experience. We are spiritual people. My family members have gifts, but they have normalized their gifts so much so, that they don’t […]
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Mi Tío de Mexicali
I try to go to Mexicali every year to write about my grandpa’s family but the pandemic has halted my visits. In this picture, I am in Mexicali at my tío Cirilo’s house. We always eat outside. I always have a notebook, a camera, and a video camera with me. He always looks at me […]
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I Stepped Into My Past
I wrote the following poem a few years ago. I have grown so much and I’m in a much different place, a better one. I stepped into my past And forgot my way out I’ve been consumed by my mistakes For about two years now The tears that run down my cheeks Every night before […]
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I Dipped Myself In Love
I dipped myself in love And I came out glistening I smiled wide and moved my body Every movement had a purpose I walked straight and tall A confidence consumed my body Even what I hated about myself Recieved compliments from my very own lips I held myself for a while and said a little […]
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I Think About You After 10 pm
I think about you after 10 pm I want to text you but I do not dare You were at my fingertips for all of our friendship And I always moved on your command I put you on a pedestal and I hoped that I would climb it one day I hoped that I’d be […]
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I Am Going To Explode
I should be listening to what my manager is saying (I am in a meeting via Zoom) but instead, I am writing this post. I have so much that I need to let go of, and it needs to be put in writing or I am going to explode! My grandpa died. My Pops, the […]
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You Couldn’t Save Me
You couldn’t save me My depression was bigger than your drive to motivate me You thought you could inspire me And I was I was inspired by how much you could do for yourself You couldn’t save me and eventually you figured it out When I stopped hearing from you I knew that you knew […]
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Too Much
I get anxious when there is silence because I know that my heart will shriek at the tops of its lungs, angry that I never let it speak, desperate to talk to me about everything we are going through. My heart… I named her Too Much. Well Too Much will remind me that I am […]
Angelica Flores 