A quiet collection of reflections on healing, becoming, and return
The Poetry
When Solitude Speaks
Does isolation rework the rhythm of the heart? Bend it like wire, soften it like clay? Teach it new ways to pulse, to pray? To find its echo in...
When Solitude Speaks
Does isolation rework the rhythm of the heart? Bend it like wire, soften it like clay? Teach it new ways to pulse, to pray? To find its echo in...
Refill
Some of my pills get stuck halfway down, Bitter things I can barely swallow. But I need them, To keep my sanity steady. To hold my self-awareness like a...
Refill
Some of my pills get stuck halfway down, Bitter things I can barely swallow. But I need them, To keep my sanity steady. To hold my self-awareness like a...
Keep Them
They should be here with me, In all of they glory, Laughing like they used to, Dreaming like we once did, Before the world started taking pieces of the...
Keep Them
They should be here with me, In all of they glory, Laughing like they used to, Dreaming like we once did, Before the world started taking pieces of the...
Give Them Their Flowers
Every chance you get, Hand somebody their flowers. Don't wait for caskets Or quiet rooms filled with should-have. Say, I love you, When your voice still carries warmth. Say,...
Give Them Their Flowers
Every chance you get, Hand somebody their flowers. Don't wait for caskets Or quiet rooms filled with should-have. Say, I love you, When your voice still carries warmth. Say,...
Family of Veterans
My bloodline wears uniforms in every shade of courage. Air Force, Army, Navy, Marines. My relatives have served in every branch like roots sprouting deep into United States soil....
Family of Veterans
My bloodline wears uniforms in every shade of courage. Air Force, Army, Navy, Marines. My relatives have served in every branch like roots sprouting deep into United States soil....
Searching for Color
My childhood was black and white. No gray, no shimmer, no soft in-between. Either I had it or I didn’t. Either the light came through Or the bulb flickered...
Searching for Color
My childhood was black and white. No gray, no shimmer, no soft in-between. Either I had it or I didn’t. Either the light came through Or the bulb flickered...