A hello to new love feels like a wave goodbye to herself The domain she calls her skin must let another in Another in the seat of her emotions, their hands controlling the wheel I like you's sound like gun shots I love you's sound like sin Her nakedness a white flag in…
Stone to Seed
Maybe.. The word that's become so important to my healing. When I allowed space for maybe around my deepest darkest thoughts and opinions about myself, I slowly opened a moat of possibility for me to swim in and out of. It made that black box smaller and smaller, surrounded by possibility. It has revolutionized me…
After the Fire
The arrogance. How quick we are disillusioned. The exaggerated sense of our abilities to control every outcome. We pray; to crystals, gods and ourselves, oh so arrogant. Before the fire, where I lost the things that never loved me back anyways, I was confident my next step would be stable, that safety awaited me around…
I promise to remember you
I promised myself to never be baptized in the waves of abundance forgetting that water is not served fresh in everyone's cup slowly washing away todays debris from my skin, the water shooting from our pipes in rushes to be reunited with its vessel forgetting not everyone has the privilege of banishing their blood sweat…
This piece is not poetry
This piece is not poetry not the lines that lead one to the next leaving the heavy aroma of power in your lungs this piece is simple a ode to my soul the soul that ebbs and flows through me this body given to me to carry a piece of the universe treat it with…
Spaces
The profoundness I find in her pronouncing her soul to a microphone evokes an emotion in me. Not yet defined by strings of syllables. Amplifying octaves captured by the ear drums of her listeners, fellow seekers of self, get up on stages, sending sound waves through crowds hoping it'll resonate with their tribe and call…
Calm Demand
A shock wave of calm demand filled my ears on afternoon. This is not it. No. You did not come to this earth, filled with the stars, wrapped in the straight of my ancestors, greatness braided into my soul for, this. No. I will not. The universe spoke to me with such calm demand almost…
Birth
It's funny, no one remembers what it was like to be separated, your bloodline cut with sharp blades, making you breathe on your own. A body now becomes two, the home you once knew is now outside of you. It's funny cause, if we remembered, maybe loss wouldn't hurt so bad. Maybe the familiarity of…
Connected
Not only am I safe, I am, nestled in the womb of the universe whose body has not yet banished me to a space outside of it. Separated by skin. No. Not only am I safe, I am growing. Growing not in the multiplication of my atoms but in the seeds reaped by my circumstance.…
Evening Epiphanies Series 1: Why I started a blog.
Tonight, I write. To write is to pray, and this is where I find my flow. A thing those who tell others how to live experience as "a state of time-bending joy". My consumption of self-help knowledge is somewhat problematic, but we'll talk about that later. The goal of this blog is to set my…
