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For you whose light has been dimmed in an already dark world— For you whose voice has been muted in a loud screaming world— For you...

Holding hands in the dark, the wash of moonlight spilling onto the sheets. A kiss on my cheek and a hug that lingers long enough to...

And I sit here staring at the empty screen and the words simply don’t come out. They litter the floor of this box that surrounds me...

We sit together like this every week, him and I, and talk about it all. It has been almost eight years now since life fell apart for...

There is a 6:15 am sunrise trying to climb above dark green mountains. The pale light starts to wake a sleepy sky, and creates...

She told me once that her depression was a howl with no end. And in her words, I could see the aching scream, moving like restless...

In today’s installment of what’s beautiful, I only first found what was broken, until I caught a fleeting glimpse of what laid...

In a different life, I took scalpel to skin, cut through fibrous layers of muscle and fascia to the very deepest core of our biology, ...

We could wait for a thousand days and nights, a lifetime really, to be given the green light. The sign that we are good enough to...

Today was a day of living slow yet thinking fast, all of which is to say that life unfolded only in my head with little to no direct...

Sometimes when the loudness around us has settled into a quiet lull, let’s ask each other all the questions that pulse deep within....

Somewhere between dreaming big and living in small, ordinary moments, I am lost without a compass. There are fleeting thoughts of ...

The landscape of my body holds stories that will never be told, perhaps even words that I have never known– ancient dictionaries...

Within us echoes the quiet wail, “There is no time, There is no time.” Time is lost in the striving to fill empty spaces that can...

A life lived in poetry is 10:08 pm on Monday night with my journal and pen and a restless, racing mind over tired shoulders that carry...

Monday morning at 7:03 am. A layer of gray is settling across the heavy closed sky and threatening Monday rain. The water creeps into...

Anyways, breathe. Breathe. Pausing here, as I write the words, to feel the oxygen filling me as if for the first time. Noticing. ...

Creeping through the hallways of my dreams What is true? What is the mind, spinning half awake half asleep half truths? Even in the...

The blank page is like the blank morning sky at 5:30 and 6:10 and 6:30. A canvas I have seen infinite times before and yet never like...

Sometimes words visit me in the middle of the night, flashes of poetry and song. And I feel like a dreamcatcher, a witness of stories...