This is a poetic reflection on the American election, inequality, faith, and the nature of the cosmos. It’s also just a love letter, a plea for all to stop talking long enough for empathy. I’m letting this out. I’m releasing
I forgive you.
I forgive you. I forgive you for being too fragile to handle the word “racism,” and the legacy that comes with it. I forgive the little white lies. I forgive you for ignoring the needs of a woman doing her
You Trend to Beauty & Wonder
I always meditate before I write, but this post went beyond. It is literally inspired – a call to open your heart and become a beacon of light in the world. After the last few weeks, it’s good to be
Do not keep silent!
When I woke this morning, this poetic message was in my heart. Writers, I call you. I name you. I seek you out. I demand you declare your allegiance. Look up! Do you hear it? Will you answer? The call
Beloved
Beloved. That is who you are to me. Whether you’ve known me for eons, or are a stranger annoyed by my voice, you are beloved to me. How can I explain this so you understand in the cells of your
Word Butterfly [POEM]
The following prose poem was written about the kinds of impact and influences words have on reality, recognizing the power of language, and the importance of intentional writing.Each beat sends a ripple through time and space – a thing we
