Category: Poetry

Where Am I I am still looking for purpose,the silent friend who walks beside mewhile I boil water for tea,while I fo...

I wish I knew how to silence youthe restless drum of thought,the echo chamber of yesterdayso I could listen to the cras...

I tried to love youthe way dawn loves the horizonwithout certainty, only devotion At first it felt effortless, almos...

I called you, but you did not pick up.The phone heavy in my hand like an unanswered prayer.My throat was filled with ma...

Make me happyBe the smile I carry through my days like a sacred charm,An affirmation whispered between my ribs.Be t...

I was born of the Bakgalaka, a star carried from the fires of war. I am a daughter of the battles of young men, and brid...

  I come from the line of moon-whisperers,star-map readers, bone-shakers, truth-keepers—where dreams were not soft il...

Friends don’t understand: My sexual orientation never changed. I simply fell in love with a very unexpected personâ€...

Friends don’t understand: My sexual orientation never changed. I simply fell in love with a very unexpected person-EJ ...

The bud stands for all things, even for those things that don’t flower, for everything flowers, from within, of self-b...