I have lived this heartbreak before, the trembling faith in a smiling lie.
The Shape of Betrayal
If I Had a Billion Dollars
I’d rebuild the bridges we keep tearing down.
Bridges Aren’t Handouts
I grew up on welfare programs in a small town, isolated from much of the world. Programs like Medicaid made sure I could see a doctor when I was sick and a dentist when I needed one. Food stamps made sure I didn’t go to bed hungry. Those programs didn’t make me dependent. They made…
and the watchers wept
when the veil burns away, we’re the ones left to remember. a poem for the ones who watched it all and still chose to feel.
The Exhausted Pigeon Manifesto
I may not be Taylor Swift. I do not sell out stadiums or bend the world with a song. Her impact is luminous, and I honor it.
Reclamation
My river of tears, the grief of lifetimes— the mourning song of all the versions who held it in far too long just to survive. A vigil for all the pain endured in silence.
Phantom Fires in Familiar Smiles
They say I choose how I feel, but my hands still tremble when ghosts walk by drenched in familiar smiles.
In the 11th Hour
A message sent in silence, in a chat meant to vanish, at the hour when fate leans in.
Lavender Dreams
Lavender dreams in my wake Which direction doth I take? Sage dons my fearless guide, Abreast with fears I must abide.
The Honeyed Thickets of My Mind
Within the tangled copse of my mind where thoughts grow wild and unruly, a foreign melody weaves through the thickets— uninvited, yet impossible to ignore.
my letters from beyond the fire 