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…
Grief of an Awakening
No words to describe The karmic punch to my soul
Crown of Flame
I am the princess, the dragon, and the prince. Crowned in flame.
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.
Sacred Vessel, Eggs-cellent Timing
Sometimes, the universe seems to speak in riddles. At times they may feel mundane, but other times… they’re eggs-traordinary. And this? This little story might just lie somewhere between the mundane and the magical.
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.
Symbols, Cats, and Caffeine: An Intuitive Experiment in Absurdity
What started as a casual “hey, let’s try something weird” turned into one of the most unexpectedly fun and strangely accurate experiments I’ve had in a while.
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.
my letters from beyond the fire 