fire
Fire Left Its Flame
With Ice
Self-Reflection
The Road to Perfection Has No Destination
My story traces back to the very first time I was broken. The first and deepest heartbreak I ever carried came quietly, settled deep, and reshaped the way I carried every heartbreak after. As the youngest of three daughters, I lived in the soft glow of being my daddy’s
Reflections
Death and Immortality are Inseparable Lovers
My deepest fear was not the end of my body. It was the end of being remembered.
contemporary poetry
Tale of a Well-Lived Life
Woven in time, anchored in eternity.
Being weird
Hush Beneath the Sky
When somewhere public becomes somewhere quiet
Love and loss
Mine Truly
What you are about to read is not fiction.
reflective essay
The Softest Truths About Love
Don't wait to be seen. See Yourself.
reflective essay
When the Waterfall Cries Out the Forsaken
What do tears stand for if one is meant to remain iron?
letting go
The Anatomy of a New Self
When point of no return becomes the point of becoming
Poetic prose
The Medicine Said: The Light Waited for Your Return
Each breathe is a quiet proof of being chosen by one's existence.
contemporary poetry
Despite Everything
I’d do it all over again.
pure love
Soul's Burden Before Death
Where fear dissolves, and love changes shape.