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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A fire-speaker origin story
audio available at bottom of page I have spent most of my life in hiding. Hiding truths from the world, and from myself, to protect a vision of a perfect family, a perfect Greek diaspora daughter, a perfect student. The truths and tumult hidden beneath? That was hidden too. Hiding, making oneself small, minimizing the…
