I Am Irelevant

Esta soy yo.

Everything I say  is an unsuccessful attempt to say something else
Everything I do is an unsuccessful attempt to do something else.

But this knowledge does not compel me to inaction and silence.

Favorite Quote: Comfort the disturbed. Disturb the comfortable.

Favourite poem:


Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and
purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you every where
like a shadow or a friend.

Where I’ve Lived

Malmo, Sweden
Jeddah, Saudi Arabia
Paris, France
Dubai, U.A.E.
Adma, Lebanon
Coral Gables by the Sea, Miami FLorida
Marylebone, England
Gerrards Cross, England
Windsor, England
Northampton, Massachusetts


Abnormal Psychology
Avenue Q
Picking up Julia
Getting muddy
Ethnic Jewlery
Long showers
Oscar Wilde
Swimming in big warm rivers
Ben and Jerrys Chocolate Chip Cookie dough
Being cuddled/cuddling
Madeleine L’Engle
Smith College
Jayke’s animal noises


Freshly cut grass
The cold
Clothes that don’t fit right
Lazy people
When you cant reach an itch
When you’re too shy to kiss someone and then don’t get another chance.
When you cant make yourself understood
Pickles (cucumbers soaked in evil)


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