after decades of hiding and making myself small, it’s time to be honest about what’s happening. On life, illness, and patriarchal conditioning of the wild feminine. 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…
A poem I wrote as part of my Diaspora Grief series. I am living on the land where the pulse of Zeus’ anger runs through my body before I see his lightning bolt where I feel Persephone descend into the underworld as the crisp winter air penetrates my bones transfixed by the intoxicating scent of…
the trees speak to me in ways you can’t understand because they don’t speak in words, they speak in meaning long forgotten by those with ears the trees speak to me and tell me their secrets of how to live well when we live slowly of how patience can turn us away from fear of…
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.