I have lived this heartbreak before, the trembling faith in a smiling lie.
The Shape of Betrayal
The Paradox of an Awakening
I can finally see the beauty in the pain.
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…
Grief of an Awakening
No words to describe The karmic punch to my soul
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.
Elegy of an Awakening
Laugh, I must, in the face of the absurd, for if I stop to breathe, I shall weep until the end of time.
Shattered Silence
They shaved their heads, Stripped their names, Filed the bodies into silence. No names. No stories. No paths back home.
And Then the Tower Fell
Strong feelings unexplained. A timeless knowing formed. This moment. This day. A turning point.
my letters from beyond the fire 