Human Eyes is a collection of prose, poems, and prayers patching together a map of home from a diasporic, displaced, and unbroken wholeness.
“Home is not cohesive
Home is not homogenous. Not linear.
It is not one thing, place, or people
But rather eclectic poems, stories, hugs, kisses & farewells
A mess you can’t make me clean up, creative chaos.
My words are incomplete. Only touching on half of who I am. Perhaps in another moment, the other parts of me will fall onto pages similar to these ones. For now, I speak of Ecuador and Palestine.”
Human Eyes is a collection of prose, poems, and prayers patching together a map of home from a diasporic, displaced, and unbroken wholeness.
“Home is not cohesive
Home is not homogenous. Not linear.
It is not one thing, place, or people
But rather eclectic poems, stories, hugs, kisses & farewells
A mess you can’t make me clean up, creative chaos.
My words are incomplete. Only touching on half of who I am. Perhaps in another moment, the other parts of me will fall onto pages similar to these ones. For now, I speak of Ecuador and Palestine.”
