Poetic

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 …

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 …

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 …