Stupor

It all started when her father taught her to never answer back. He got drunk and shouted a lot. She thought that’s what strength was. No matter how loud she made her voice, her tiny frame was always overwhelmed by the shadows of men. Men who liked her feistiness but only in bed. Men who

On Marriage and Music

My husband and I are musicians. I play violin and he plays viola. He plays with the national orchestra, while I play freelance. Since quarantine began, we’d occasionally have time to record videos of us playing together. Truthfully, with a young child to take care of, scheduling such projects is no easy feat. But for

The Master Luthier

written in memory of Sir Amador Tamayo A trip to the luthier was alwaysa whole day affairYou never rushed talkYou never rushed art You told many storiesfunny, bare, earthyas the green expansethat cradled the workshop Nature, light banterPerhaps through the chatteryour ears were expertly probingIs this playerMellow and deepSprightly and brightHow does one marryflesh and

A New Name

I woke up this morning, and in my extremely groggy state, one thought entered my mind, but it was so piercingly clear that I acted on it immediately—I needed to change my blog’s name. I stopped posting for almost a year, mostly because I got very busy. But when I woke up this morning, I

Siren

A siren is a signal There is a need greater than yours A siren is a warning Surrender or see blood on your hands A siren is a temptress Sweet final serenade She will lure you to the darkest pockets of ocean Her soul lies at the bottom Play deaf to her calls she doesn’t