Morning Entries

<p>We darted in and out of the winding corridors,cobblestones under our feet.</p><p>Yellow of lemons battles the yellow of sunshinethat fights its way through lush green cocoons.</p><p>Leather sandals, thin enough for...

<p>I was definitely born in the right generation this time around.</p><p>A glowing red society that breeds high achievers and truth seekers.</p><p>Biohacking, habit stacking, and every inch of one’s day turned into a...

<p>There’s a knowing that comes with age—that everything is, in fact, finite, that loss is on the other side of every joy-filled moment.</p><p>Years 35, 36, 37, and 38 saw me holding my breath in anticipation for the...

<p>Help me speak up on behalf of…</p><p>Every womanEvery motherEvery daughterEvery childless womb</p><p>Help me speak up on behalf of the ancestors I am directly connected to,Whose blood flows through my veins...

<p>Truth be told—she suits you</p><p>I'm 39 now, and truth is the only thing I allow to escape from my lips.So here it is—No one would ever be enough for you in the end.</p><p>I saw it then, and now you are living proof...

<p>There’s a certain envy that creeps in—I wish it weren’t truewhen they happen across my days,these light sprinkles of people who know very little about this type of pain.</p><p>They’ve never been tied to the fences of...

<p>I think I’d like to come back as a house the next go ‘round—</p><p>To be cared for, treasured, and adored</p><p>Tiny feet coming in and out over every door</p><p>To be the backdrop of life—wide-open moments and...

<p>I watch youI observeThe acts of powerful siege against who you won’t dare let yourself be</p><p>Lies come far too easily, for someone so young. </p><p>And, there I amBiting my tongue from the sidelines</p><p>I wonder...

<p>I watch myself unravel and recoil</p><p>Trying to place a name—</p><p>Compunction,Shame,And at times…ignominy</p><p>That uncontrollable shake the body makes</p><p>involuntarily</p><p>from the memories of each and...

<p>I pour myself—all of my selves—onto the pages,in hopes of not bleeding unintentionally on anyone close to me.</p><p>I seek out the safety of virgin-white, crisp pages,whose only dutyis to absorb the blunt force...

<p>The way his fingers graced the finely tuned keys pulled some kind of apparition out from underneath</p><p>A hot southern summer blues of a memory—but I know it didn’t belong to me</p><p>Rattles and echoes of distant...

<p>When Everyone Has Gone Home</p><p>Is that the hardest part?</p><p>Mounds of dirt settle and sink back into the earth.Gravestones gradually collect dust.</p><p>Perhaps that’s the hardest part?</p><p>Pieces of their...

<p>My body is twisted to the left,Torso on a bolster,Head stretched out in some impossible position—Criminal for adults, but natural for babies.</p><p>There is something in the smell of a yoga studioThat nearly lulls...

<p>I allow my mind to take me through a journey that tells the story of being chosen. Some years, the thread is thick and easy to follow; pain matching the crimson red of that thread—even now, there is an ache in my...

<p>I’m told that’s me on my first birthday,I’m told that’s my grandmother holding me</p><p>A moment captured in time—she in her prime,joy upon her life,the baby that belonged to the apple of her eye.</p><p>Wrapped in...