Black Moon


the second new moon

between the Earth and the sun

obscured in shadow. 

©2016 Liza Morales


Cosmic Floetry


​without a single word

energy speaks as voice

vibrating thru frequencies

that transfer our truth.
a gleam is formed

from cellular resonance

and quivers the universe

with authentic vibes;

can’t fake it, nor change it

or make it what it’s not

but simply embrace it 

accepting what it is.

everything is energy

a pulsing in the air

coming from within

out, into the  field —

a field of shared space 

a field of measured time,

where spirits take heed

to the nurturing of soul.

and if there’s disruption

or our peace mangles up

spirit knows unnatural

and distances itself.

truth illuminates

pure authenticity

it’s what feels right,

a congruous flow..


and without a single word

energy speaks as voice

vibrating thru frequencies

that transfer our truth,


© 2015 Liza Morales

Pastelillos – my way


“Liza, you wanna pastelillo?” was music to my ears growing up. It was and still is one of my favorite cultural foods. Some people call them empanadas but my family called them pastelillos (meat turnover). With grandparents from Puerto Rico, who eventually migrated to New York, I’ve been privileged to indulge in delicious Puerto Rican cuisine all of my life. Dad was born in Aibonito, Puerto Rico and mom was born here in NYC, but she too, was well endowed with her cooking skills.  I remember when she died in 2008, mostly everyone who attended her funeral, mentioned how grateful they were for her cooking. She fed everyone, just as my grandmothers did. It’s traditional in our culture to show our love through food and we believe, there’s always enough for everyone – “¡ Dios da pa todo mundo” .. is what I always heard them say. 

I may not cook as authentically as my ancestors but I definitely cook with love and from what I understand,  that’s one of the most potent ingredients. 

Here, I share my version of pastelillos:

I start off with a package of dough (discos) and a pound of ground turkey. Traditionally, they use ground beef but you can substitute with ground turkey or chicken for a healthier version, as I do. 

I sauté sofrito, fresh garlic,  adobo, onion powder, black pepper and 2 tablespoons of olive oil in a pan. Then I mix in the ground turkey with the sofrito over medium flames until fully cooked.

Now, I sprinkle some flour on the counter top , lay and roll out the dough atop of flour, then place some ground meat in the center. 

Cheese is optional. 

Now,  I scramble an egg and dab the edges of the entire circumference, fold over the dough and begin to pinch the edges with a fork. 

Pile them up, until complete and begin to fry. (Baking is also optional)

As they’re frying, I grab a large utensil and begin to repeatedly scoop oil over the pastelillo. The dough will begin to bubble up and turn golden. After a few minutes, flip it over and do the same on the opposite side.

*Remove from oil and wait a few minutes to cool off before eating. The internal steam can burn your skin.



©2016 Liza Morales



we are conditioned to build walls

through culture, religion and politics

an example taught early on

training the unconscious mind, 

like forming cliques in school

or hiding what you really feel

because vulnerability is weak

and ego can’t handle that

so freedom and power is abused 

like the country I am from

who build structures with height

that stand with such arrogance

forbidding others to walk this land

as if immigrants are unworthy

to live and breathe on American soil

Dilcy Yohan didn’t feel that way

afrer leaving his wife and three children 

to trek his way out of poverty

from his homeland of Honduras

this sacrifice was his only hope

a journey, long and perilous 

steel beams and concrete

was only half his mission

Earth is equally ours

so why create borders..

when residents of this country

migrate without being challenged

like birds, bees and butterflies?

Is this a course ingraining separation..

imbuing the American people

with a belief of superiority 

over beings of the human race?

I even feel guilty sometimes

when I travel to other countries

knowing the natives of that land

are monarchs trapped in cocoons 

raped of freedom and equality

and irrefutable possibilities 

leaving them with aim to survive

and the bare essentials to life

Yohan journeyed up north

into the mouth of a grand beast 

roasting up to 125°F in the day

but reaches freezing levels at night

you see,  the Arizona desert is desensitized

just like American politicians

who invest billions on borders

instead of human life

Yohan became another statistic

swallowed by the Sonoran desert

after walking about 58 days

20 miles shy of Tuscon

now, his children remain fatherless

and his wife, a poor widow

while this family still suffers

from the walls we keep building. 

©2016 Liza Morales