Without Explanation

I close my eyes And exhale- Squinting through shadows Focusing on a bright light A source of relevation Increasing the capacity to be Fully present In this moment Even though life is Fully chaotic Unclear Full of knots and cannot- Squeezing Fists full of ache Twisting Enveloping Questioning What is and what is not NothingContinue reading “Without Explanation”


Pieces of Paper 10/30 (NaPoMo)

my baby book says, my first word was” good,” but trauma shut down my lips I couldn’t speak- ironically, I was held back in third grade but won a 4th grade spelling bee- I fell in love with words, I felt liberated- but that’s when I was given my first diary- words of hatred expounded I  described everything untilContinue reading “Pieces of Paper 10/30 (NaPoMo)”