Light to the SolaceWhen a spectrum lies ahead; you look through all and choose none. Solace is to greet everyone. Solace is to accept everything. When life...
A Letter to my Lineage Content warning: mentions of racism and colonial violence //// Dear grandfather, I speak to you from generations much after yours, and I...
The Moon AboveAh, my pretty Moon – it feels warm in the dark, As you watch over me with your melting spark. Your lovely presence in this tranquil wet...
Crisp Morning, Cold Night, Warm Drinks I could picture you in the crisp early morning First-sun hitting the rocky tips of mountain ridges across the inlet from our camping spot...
Orangethat winter was cruel she took the light from your eyes every morning i would shiver when you entered the room when spring bloomed tears...