PinnedEléna Margarita Walsh-McCallaLas Estaciones De Mi Alma…(The Seasons of My Soul)Invierno (Winter) Mi Alma duermeOct 15, 2020Oct 15, 2020
Eléna Margarita Walsh-McCallaMy mood in clouds…or from both sides nowMy mood in clouds…or from both sides now Brain in spasms Thoughts bouNcinG on the membrane, bOunCing off the membrane BoUnCiNg…Sep 28, 2022Sep 28, 2022
Eléna Margarita Walsh-McCallaTwist on my sobriety…or Fragility of One’s Mental HealthThe shootings senseless killing of children, black grocery shoppers, a man riding on the subway for brunch in the city, all takes a toll…Aug 15, 2022Aug 15, 2022
Eléna Margarita Walsh-McCallaMemory Box or…How Many Times Does The Word Memory AppearMy memories are stored in a Memory box located somewhere in mi alma (soul) and accessed through the head. It is not made of rose gold or…Apr 27, 2022Apr 27, 2022
Eléna Margarita Walsh-McCallaMy Mood in Roots…or Roots Of The Literal KindMY MOOD…Mar 14, 2022Mar 14, 2022
Eléna Margarita Walsh-McCallaSome of the times…Some of the times It’s easy to get out of bed in the morning enthusiastically hopeful for the best Celebrate a new dayFeb 9, 2022Feb 9, 2022
Eléna Margarita Walsh-McCallaSometimes…Sometimes… It’s hard to get out of bed in the morning To begin a new day when you’d rather linger under the covers in the pastFeb 8, 2022Feb 8, 2022
Eléna Margarita Walsh-McCallaIntertwined…or No DrinkIsolated and the deaths of my brother and sister felines two days apart was the ‘woke’ to my consumption of alcohol. What went from…May 2, 2021May 2, 2021
Eléna Margarita Walsh-McCallaFaith…or FateFaith moves mountains You often said when despair embraced meMar 18, 2021Mar 18, 2021