By: Gabriela Yareliz That’s it. October is out with a bang! And November is being swept in by a cold gust of wind (and not the weird Pharrell ‘you-remind-me-of-the-air’-“Gust of wind” song). Here is my compilation of fun things I found throughout the month, as usual. There are a few of my favorite things sprinkled below:Continue reading “This Month’s Picks: October 2014”
Category Archives: Poetry
King Lear
Alb. The weight of this sad time we must obey; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young, 385 Shall never see so much, nor live so long. –King Lear, Act V Scene III
An Ode to Summer
By: Gabriela Yareliz SUMMER IN THE CITY [Inspired by: New York City] Despite my autumn fever, yesterday’s 68-degree morning, and leaving the house with a jacket today, it is still officially a tourist-crowded-sidewalk NYC summer. People’s addiction to ice cream does not seem to be waning. I am slightly traumatized from last winter, and IContinue reading “An Ode to Summer”
The Gardens at St. Luke in the Fields, Hudson Street
By: Gabriela Yareliz One of Manhattan’s loveliest places is tucked away at 487 Hudson St. I have spent many evenings at the Gardens at St. Luke; sometimes they are empty, sometimes they are full of children playing, while the mothers and nannies sit in a circle on the grass surrounded by strollers. The guardians occasionallyContinue reading “The Gardens at St. Luke in the Fields, Hudson Street”
There Are More Things
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. – Hamlet (1.5.167-8), Hamlet to Horatio
To Save Us
Eres Mi Misterio
En la vida, nada sale como planeamos. Y muchas veces, no entendemos. ¿Sera que alguien con una mirada se te pueda meter por las venas? ¿Sera que los misterios más grandes no se resuelven, sino que tenemos que aceptar la magia que los creo? No sé quién eres— Algunas veces, cuando no conoces a alguien,Continue reading “Eres Mi Misterio”
When Oddity and Loneliness Hold Hands
By: Gabriela Yareliz Let’s talk loneliness. Being alone can feel maddening at times. Why do you think people in solitary confinement end up with serious problems? New York City can sometimes feel like the loneliest place in the world. Sometimes, it is pointless to escape the white walls and fluorescent lamps of your studio forContinue reading “When Oddity and Loneliness Hold Hands”
Nuestro pequeño mundo de arena y sal
XXVI Islas Caminar por la arena cuando apenas está hollada es como descubrir el mundo por primera vez: todo es nuevo y puro y frágil como la luz que nos cubre y rendidos ante ella no dejamos de ser sino islas de un archipiélago: cada una con su identidad pero cada una perdida en laContinue reading “Nuestro pequeño mundo de arena y sal”
Luz
Toda claridad viene del cielo, Es un don, no se halla entre las cosas. Claudio Rodríguez All clarity comes from heaven, it’s a gift and cannot be found among things. Claudio Rodriguez
GABRIELA YARELIZ 