Little Stones at My Window

Mario Benedetti

for roberto and adelaida
Once in a while
joy throws little stones at my window
it wants to let me know that it's waiting for me
but today I'm calm
I'd almost say even-tempered
I'm going to keep anxiety locked up
and then lie flat on my back
which is an elegant and comfortable position
for receiving and believing news

who knows where I'll be next
or when my story will be taken into account
who knows what advice I still might come up with
and what easy way out I'll take not to follow it

don't worry, I won't gamble with an eviction
I won't tattoo remembering with forgetting
there are many things left to say and suppress
and many grapes left to fill our mouths

don't worry, I'm convinced
joy doesn't need to throw any more little stones
I'm coming
I'm coming.


Alex Elle

look at you.
still standing
after being
knocked down
and thrown out.

look at you.
still growing
after being
picked and plucked
and prodded out of
your home.

look at you.
still dancing
and singing
after being
defeated and

look at you, love.
still here and hopeful
after it all.

Anxiety, My Friend


You snuck up on me like wind
through grass
Oh, how much I hate you old past
Time goes by and I forget,
But you come back and try to stick

You hold me so tight I cannot
Oh, how I would do anything for you
to leave
I wish I knew what I did to deserve
I remember sitting there, feeling

I go through time and space
Right back to where it started,
that place
Bury it deep inside my brain
The only way I’ll remain contained

One day I’ll be able to tackle you,
But until that day comes
I hope you’ll stray,
and I’ll try to accept the random visits from day to day


Nayyirah Waheed

expect sadness
you expect rain.
cleanse you.
- natural"