As bright summer days wane into the amber of the autumn equinox, I find my psyche returning to the fragile landscape of shock and grief when the nucleus of my family was ruptured. 22-years later, our avowed devotion is the flame which ignites an unwavering pursuit of truth and justice to hold sovereign nations accountable for their role in supporting and carrying out acts of terrorism on American citizens, on our nation’s soil.
Dear Davin, From the time your dad slid a diamond on my finger, I dreamed of the home we’d own, the children that would play hide-and-seek in closets, and the adventures we’d take together to experience the wonders of the world before your dad’s world went dark. We’d mix large batches of sticky rice […]
After Sharon Olds “I Go Back to May 1937” I see them standing at the nuptial threshold before their witnessesShe sees her groom smilingat the verge of the nacre vaultthe gloam blue waves climax like glisteningstrands of diamonds behind his profile, Hesees his bride with a stargazer lily in her hairstanding at the fringe made […]
365 days ago, fifty close family members and friends gathered on a rainy morning in Poughkeepsie, New York, during a pre-vaccinated pandemic, to pay tribute to my beautiful boy, Davin Richard Garcia. 8,760 hours ago, my tears washed over a white granite box, containing the fragments of a mother’s, and father’s, love and dreams for […]