Provocateurs: Do What Enlivens Your Soul. {poetry}
We will not be overwhelmed by corrupt power's parasitic presence, the twisted notion that we can metabolize poison by contorting our soul while Rome burns.
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I Cannot Tell the Difference. {poetry}
I found no difference in the killing of eight-year-old Kathua in Kashmir and 23-year-old Nirbhaya in Delhi. Which one was worse, I do not know.
Some Men Aren’t Worth a Poem. {poetry}
Every woman has a door to her heart. The door is always locked. And some men come with keys, others come with hammers. Know the difference.
In the Midst of Darkness. {poetry}
I allowed myself a month to weep and moan, then switched things up before darkness engulfed me. My therapist asked me to write about being in quarantine.
Evidence of Pain. {poetry}
The poem demonstrates, at the core, a very vulnerable voice -- the voice of every individual who lives with any kind of persistent pain.
Tea in Sweden: I’d Like a Vacation From It All. {poetry}
A lesson few earthlings have learned is it’s not what you’re looking at, it’s what you see. We do it all the time, we still haven't grasped its totality.
The Journey to Safety, Love and a Home. {poetry}
And deep in my innermost, a subtle process of going home began... yet unbeknownst to me, the Universe helped the subconscious.
Embrace Your Grief Even If It Hurts. {poetry}
I hold grief like it's my friend. It hurts, but I embrace it. I will release it when I've fully processed its grip. I will let it go when I’m ready.
What the Crone Can Teach Us About Sex and the Deep Feminine. {poetry}
That’s how your sex is meant to be. Wild. Ugly. Innocent. Real. Erupting from the deep. Love you can taste from the inside out. It is inside you, woman.
Love in the Time of Quarantine. {poetry}
Like a new mother keeping watch over her baby, I count my lover’s breaths as we lie next to each other in bed. We are healthy.