Carlos Andrés Gómez
Eight months shy of a hundred. And still
filled with the wonderment of a child. My grandmother
is a revelation tumbling in on itself. Songs
and secrets snaked into the creases of her smile.
Her 63-year-old hunch is...
Everything inside of you was floodlit, infinite
as daybreak. You were boisterous and bold,
sensitive and soft, arms open to anything
that would hold you. You were a cascade
of offerings. A toothy, overbite smile
What does it mean to be a man or woman today? What will it mean in the future? How can we grow out of old roles that stifle us? How can we move from a culture of violence to a culture of care? How can we transcend what we have now to a world in...
“There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality; and then there are those who turn one into the other.” — Douglas Everett
When I was in the eighth...