to let a poem save you
one day, in the midst of your normal ordinary everything you will come across a poem and something about it will speak truth to your bones —you’ll know this poem by the chill that rises along your arms travels down your spine the one that pulses truth the one that...
you are not alone
to be courageous is to stay close to the way we are made. This past week – hell, this past month – it has been intense. Everyone I’ve talked to says the same. Of the deep sadness and the storm of anger and the descent to the underworld. Of the tears and...
A letter to my queer family // Pulse Orlando
It has been one month since the massacre at Pulse Orlando. One month that has seen more death and devastation and violence than I can possible process. One month of communities ripped apart, here and abroad. One month of divisiveness and unimaginable pain and the...
We will always rebuild (a poem for the grieving)
You are here. You are here. Even though everything smells like love and loss and burning. Start with this. You are here and it hurts. It hurts because of all you’ve lost. Your heart is a 3am siren, driving through that sucker punch bruise of a night sky. Never a...