This is for the ones who speak incantation and trust the gut wisdom and the red-hot blood that pounds in their veins. This is for those who are called relentless. Who are labeled too much. Who are called the names they have called women like us since the beginning of...
If you have a heart like mine, go easy. If your skin feels too thin & your bones eternally bend into the break. Sometimes it’s all you can do to hold your being steady against all the feeling. Like a ticking bomb heading for imminent explosion. Which wire to cut...
Self-love is an act of holy disruption. To love yourself in a world that profits directly from your self-loathing is the ultimate subversion of all that seeks to keep you tame. We’ve been taught to hate all that we are (our softness, our fierceness, our...
You are not too much. You have never been too much. You will never be too much. The very idea is preposterous. Because you were born to be you. All of you. Not a tiny acceptable sliver. Not a watered down version with colors dulled and edges softened. No. You were...
Out there somewhere there is a love who will never dream of calling you too much. Who speaks, like you, in poetry and candlewax and stardust. Who runs outside on stormy nights to howl at the moon. Who collects bones and sings incantation and talks to the ancestors....
