“The Great Wave” by Japanese artist Katsushika Hokusai The ocean’s waves pulse pulse against my body. The water is cold and unapologetic. You sit on the sand and gaze gaze at shells that might be treasure. You are sure that they are gold. I try to float float over the waves and back to shore. […]
see: flickr.com/yevkusa It was just a thought. One that struck me so hard, I felt it through my chest. So hard that it took my breath away.The music wrapped around my throat like a snake, and its venom seeped into my ears. It was choking me and I couldn’t do a thing. My smile never […]
Whitman is my city muse. I remember reading his poetry and loving the sound of it so long before I had a glimpse of what it meant. He is an eternal New York voice, reciting on every street and riding the ferry at rush hour.
Happy March 8! In Russian: C 8 Марта It’s International Women’s Day. A perfect day, I think, for appreciating and exploring the role of women in society. My family typically sits down for dinner, and shares flowers and good wishes with all women — mothers, daughters, friends, neighbors. Daniel Craig and Dame Judi Dench in an […]
Judging from the 6 billion+ people on this planet, I imagine that we shouldn’t going through life alone. If you have anyone in your life who is there for you, or want to be there for you, anything to be grateful for: give back. reach out. I have been blessed with a large family, enough […]
Senior year of high school fills my mind with endless memories. Even though many years have gone by, there’s one week from that winter that still pinches my memory. I was unlucky enough to catch a bad cold that winter. This particular week brought me back to class with a sore throat and barely able […]
August 3, 2009: I give my dad a silent hug. “Thank you,” he says in a firm but gentle voice. “You know you look like her too. She was a very beautiful person.” One year ago, Rosa — my grandmother’s sister and my father’s aunt — passed away. I knew her mostly through family stories. […]
We who write, paint, draw, dance, speak take pride in creating “art”. Creation implies something new, but maybe it’s only a novel way of saying the familiar, perceiving the norm. You grow something beautiful out of the ground we walk on everyday; create a masterpiece out of the air that one breathes. How often do […]
Since I was mostly stuck inside this weekend, I didn’t participate in/watch the festivities in Chinatown NYC. This article made up for that void in my life: Happy Year of the Tiger?
Cancionilla del primer deseo En la mañana verde, quería ser corazón. Corazón. Y en la tarde madura quería ser ruiseñor. Ruiseñor. Alma, ponte color de naranja. Alma, ponte color de amor En la mañana viva, yo quería ser yo. Corazón. Y en la tarde caída quería ser mi voz. Ruiseñor. ¡Alma, ponte color naranja! ¡Alma, […]