Learning to Stay When I Want to Leave
I almost left the group chat today. Nothing big happened. I just saw the little…
Kabal Briar Seen and Held by Those Who Remain
Sometimes I think about what it means to be seen, the way the sun finds…
My Body Carried Me Through Storms I Feared Were Final
There’s a weird peace in making tea at 7pm, knowing full well I’ll be up…
Unexpected Joy After Watching That Scene
I didn’t expect my heart to get a little brighter just from a sitcom rerun,…
Letting the Poem Lead My Pen
Sometimes I sit at my little desk and just let the poem take the wheel.…
Holding On to Gentle Moments
Today I noticed how I keep pausing in the middle of washing dishes, just to…
Admitting Truths While Revising Each Line
Some days revising feels like sneaking little truths past myself. I’m sitting at my tiny…
Triggered by a Scene I Can’t Unsee
You ever get caught off guard by a scene and suddenly you’re thirteen again, living…
Held by Familiar Places, Seen Anew
There’s a certain comfort that lives in the places I know best. The ones that…
Letters for the Body I’m Learning to Hold
It’s one of those afternoons where I can actually hear myself think. I’m sitting on…