letter to selene
As the moon approaches, bringing her subtle light in the dark sky, I sit here and write in the land of my ancestors. Of her, of them.
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3 poems for spring
Writing has always been important to me. The hidden journals as a child, the obsession with myth and story. It seems that I’ve been writing poetry for a while. It’s a medium that allows my rational brain to turn off. I often don’t feel like I think at all, my ADHD running dialogue fades into…
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The Liminal Compass
I turned 40, officially. I look back and I see a life well lived. I look at pictures and I see a happy face, contentment. The difficulties aren’t there. The camera, the moments we choose to document, seemingly curated as if we don’t want to remember the hard-won lessons that got us to where we…
