What Happens When an Illusion Finally Ends? {poetry}
You just woke up from an illusion that you should not stand in the dark, that darkness would swallow you if you didn’t run from it.
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Ancestor Mother: The Story Is Sacred Medicine. {poetry}
I’ve been walking with the Eve creation story, the one I was told in Sunday school, finding the ways in which she has sung through my voice.
How to Treat a Bereaved Mother: A Possible Guide. {poetry}
How someone bereaved feels and how they choose to, or very often just do, act is valid, even if, to an outsider, they seem to have lost control.
How Do We Embrace the Jagged Narratives? {poetry}
The narratives explode leaving us wounded and ashamed. Some days we wish the turbulence would go away and the nasty past and continued present weren't true.
Different Springs: The World Is a Maze. {poetry}
The world is a maze. There are only intersections when necessary, and the entrances, once entered, vanish.
Such Tormentful Arrival. {spoken word poetry}
The sum is greater than its parts, but such a large conception is off even the most fantastic of radars. It is nothing in which earthen jugs can participate.
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.
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.