There are days when the tide inside me slows and freezes. When the world goes white and brittle, and every thought crystallizes into a single, aching point behind my ribs. When the field around me — the one I pretend …
Where Softness Begins There is a softness older than memory, a warmth that rises where two bodies yield without fear, without the need to brace. I felt it first in the weight of my first born their chest against mine, …
A Seed, Not a Poem There is a girl inside me cupping her hands around a secret, leaning close to the woman I will become. Her lips move, soft as moth wings, but the sound is still traveling through the …
…With a Monotropic Relational Field – I grew up learning to live inside my own mind long before I learned to live in the world. It wasn’t a choice. It was the only place that stayed still long enough for …
We met in a season when everything was breaking open —when the ground inside me was shifting,and the quiet inside you was heavier than you knew.Two deep-water creatures stepping out of fire,recognizing something familiar in each otherbefore either of us …
A Study in Pattern and Longing There are parts of my life I don’t write about often — the private, interior experiences that shaped me quietly, without an audience. This piece comes from that place. It isn’t about theory or …
I exist like a singularity pressed into the center of my own universe — dense with feeling, dense with memory, dense with every unspoken thing that never found a place to land. Around me, the galaxy turns in its impossible …
I’ve spent so long talking about elements, using them as a lens to understand our core selves—not as a simple quiz that assigns you an element based on your birth month or year. While those factors may play a role, …
I hear myself saying this often these days. I have many ways of describing my experience, and sometimes, that means thinking way outside of the box for anyone in their “right” mind. I suppose it just depends on what you …
