I’m over the moon to announce that my first poetry collection, Continuous, has been published! This small collection of haikus and line drawings takes readers on a journey in four sections: (un)true love, (d/t)rauma, heartbr(ache), and (re/dis)covery. I hope you can enjoy reading this collection and potentially see yourself in its pages. And when you... Continue Reading →
what do we do when the world keeps spinning like our minds but our minds can’t keep a steady pace, only racing thoughts dragging you down, down, still spinning around in circles, encircle this thought, you know the one, the one you can’t, can’t seem to let go of, let go of the expectation that... Continue Reading →
what is really real? who can say that what they see is all there’s to see?
soft fur, sleek velvet wet nose, Spring’s fresh morning dew deep eyes, window home
Is there an age or year of your life you would re-live? when you finally know what you want out of life you can start to live
What's something you believe everyone should know. life is about love for yourself, your home, your soil, your soul’s deep longings
if every dayi write a haiku on lifethat is nature’s song
Do you think I look up to you perched on your high horse saying it's my choice to love more than one and that choice is wrong? Do you think it's okay to shout, "You're not gay! Stop sinning, start winning my praise!" as if your praise is what I spend my days longing for?... Continue Reading →
Does it make you uncomfortable to digest this defective conception that we, with two flowers, stems, and one humble home for some potential someones ~flower children~ must collect the soft pillow they’d have laid their little heads on in a soppy, sloppy bandage, or else cork the very rite of passage they didn’t go through,... Continue Reading →
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