A Seed, Not a Poem
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 …
Singularity
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 …
Water Creatures
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 Might Be Crazy, and…..
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 …