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The ebbs and flows continue.
I am not the most social person. If you’ve ever been in my close circle, you may have taken my lack of consistent connection with you personally. And I can’t blame anyone for that. I also can’t blame myself. Most social interactions drain me. Some may call me a loner, but that wouldn’t be accurate.…
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Debut Chapbook, Contusions!
Forthcoming Debut Chapbook, Contusions (June 2021) I have been bursting to make this announcement. My chapbook, Contusions, is out to the world in June! A huge thank you to Locked Horn Press for giving my poems a printed home. And for making this all happen. Currently, Contusions is in pre-order status on the Locked Horn…
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Sanguinity
i curve my spinegive thanks to the sky – surrender beyond blankets of grey above (within)starburst galaxiesswirl rainbowed brilliancecascading hopeand ia quantum selfsanctifiedlonging to drench fuchsiain the here and now.
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Retrograde
safety for a cost yetnot promisedif your currency nottheir currencyif you catch my drift during this carnage. a manufactured riftpartitions of privilegethe ins and outs of humanityadorned on platters of negligencesecretly mockingeach last breath taken.
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Affirmation
rosemary oiled fingersglide over parted haireach morning since timestretched like gumbetween my teethclenched in this pandemonium. ⠀ each day, the promiseof oil smoothing my hair –every drop soothing a thirstunprecedented,piercing. ⠀ every sunrise since,i drench my hair in oillike prayers twistinginto braidsholding me together,holding me together.
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Viral
i scrub my hands crimson, this compulsion to cleanse from invaders and sin soaking in my skin – a violence not (always) my own. years ago, taken to land taken – (un)settled at the edges of humanity, where microbes and tyrants breed extinction, breathe death. they say, cover your mouth for protection! yet this silence…
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One Week Since
every day since, stunted (skype) conversations disrupted (internet) connections a cadence of condolences mass devastation across miles of broken earth the gutting sounds of a mother’s grief a ravaging a vicious distance offering no relief. my home is on fire. every day since, there’s been a typhoon inside me no sleep here only a flooding…
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(sleep) Regression
kneeling on the rug next to your crib i curl your fingers into mine like maman did when i too was scared of monsters. i whisper safekeeping from shapeshifting demons like those from childhood who devoured flesh crushed bones left nothing but shards shreds shrapnel. do they wake you up at night too my love?…
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sacrificial saffron prayers persimmon stories safekeep seed and semantics rituals tight between shoulders as tilted torso carries weight of those before. displaced loss. infinite love. under a paisley sky i radiate ancestors emanate brilliance raising you to heal us all. my sweet child – inside my bones a solstice surrenders the sun to you.
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gratitude inside this abyss you clawed your body crimson raising a healer
