Daisy Hernandez

We have_Settled into a region called __on__ ask don__ tell_ and it is hard, i imagine for people who have not experienced this to understand the weight of silence and how the absence of language can feel like a death

Love will work no matter what job i have, what nationality I claim, or what street i live on. It will work even if i kiss a woman. and it does.

Forgiveness and faith are like writing a story, they take time, effort, revisions.

Yvette is a woman who looks like a church bell. Her copper body curves with purpose, angles on a chair as if from a tower overlooking a village by the sea. Her bones are strong everywhere, in her cheeks, her shoulders, her hands. They are made from something more durable like iron or brass. When she smiles, it is as if a bell has been struck, as if music has entered the world the way God intended: at noon by the sea.

It is an empty room, that afterwards, a soledad, and it sits there at the center of a person's life and waits to be filled.