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…

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…

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.…