i am the sun & moon – a poem

the sagittarius in me wants to travel and explore, leave without notice and explore both the inner and outer world of sandalwood incense and cypress trees and markets in morocco and oceans in australia. she wants to experience and think deeply. she wants to know herself from exploring outside herself. she wants to go deep. … Continue reading i am the sun & moon – a poem

August Reflectionz & BIG ANNOUNCEMENT

Happy September first loves. I'm currently sitting at my favorite little french bakery shop enjoying the chillness of labor day weekend which where I live truly feels like the last weekend of summer. Wanted to do a reflection on August and let you know some exciting announcements for September and a chance to WORK WITH … Continue reading August Reflectionz & BIG ANNOUNCEMENT

cultivate – a poem

I walk out of yoga full of breath and space between my ligaments. The smell of incense and motherly love from massage tables hangs on my T-shirt and I repeat my affirmation from savasana I am safe I am held I am whole I am loved I have to keep reminding myself. Outside the seagulls … Continue reading cultivate – a poem

floating – a poem

I float underneath stars letting the north star be my focal point because it's the brightest and biggest and it seems to be right above me. The water moves like black silk and I let myself be carried. With each breath, I let go and relax deeper and deeper into my bed of waves. Underwater, … Continue reading floating – a poem

adversity makes you fuck better – a poem

I can tell how much adversity someone’s faced By how good of a lover they are. The straight white male who grew up with the white picket fence and mom and dad and high school sports is always the worst Not because he doesn’t care, but just because nobody has ever taught him how  He … Continue reading adversity makes you fuck better – a poem

refrigerated milk – a poem

refrigerated milk I poured you a bowl of cereal this morning frosted flakes there was an empty milk jug in the fridge who puts an empty milk jug back into the fridge? as I searched for an alternative I found half and half butter milk and finally a bottle of 1% milk all the way … Continue reading refrigerated milk – a poem

bathroom thoughts – a poem

bathroom thoughts a break from reality in time and space made company by the sound of rushing water day old coffee beans and the whir of the fan above me. This could be anywhere, yet it is here. The wastebasket is overflowing and my hands feel like chalk even though I washed them only an … Continue reading bathroom thoughts – a poem

coloring – a poem

I took a train out of Boston South Station at 9:30 pm I got there an hour early because the restaurant I was in had closed it was sunday and it was snowing. I entered the station and the only place to sit was at a long table inhabited by an old homeless man sleeping, slumped … Continue reading coloring – a poem

displayed – a poem

I sat naked on a block of wood the light glared in my eyes and the brightness combined with lack of sleep made me struggle to keep them open. I stared at one spot until I started to see faces in the wallpaper. the room was mostly silent as people sketched the only sound for … Continue reading displayed – a poem