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A poet who shows it, haikus to prose, she only truly knows when she’s told to just flow with it.
Feels like a Sunday.
January 26, 2025 at 2:46 PM
Feels like a Sunday.
It probably occurred to me around this time that the vision people hold of the world to come is but a reflection, with predictable wishful distortions, of the world in which they live.
- James Baldwin,
The Fire Next Time
- James Baldwin,
The Fire Next Time
January 26, 2025 at 2:31 PM
It probably occurred to me around this time that the vision people hold of the world to come is but a reflection, with predictable wishful distortions, of the world in which they live.
- James Baldwin,
The Fire Next Time
- James Baldwin,
The Fire Next Time
Orange and yellow
Seats rumbling under my
Feet. Keep me movin’.
Seats rumbling under my
Feet. Keep me movin’.
January 24, 2025 at 11:44 PM
Orange and yellow
Seats rumbling under my
Feet. Keep me movin’.
Seats rumbling under my
Feet. Keep me movin’.
Drank too much poison
Dropped me into the well
I woke up empty
Dropped me into the well
I woke up empty
January 23, 2025 at 8:48 PM
Drank too much poison
Dropped me into the well
I woke up empty
Dropped me into the well
I woke up empty
Strange to feel words turn
Sour, sick from such silly
Sensitivity
Sour, sick from such silly
Sensitivity
January 22, 2025 at 7:04 PM
Strange to feel words turn
Sour, sick from such silly
Sensitivity
Sour, sick from such silly
Sensitivity
Early morning snow
Fall and hot coffee brews me
Awake. Time lingers.
Fall and hot coffee brews me
Awake. Time lingers.
January 21, 2025 at 6:48 PM
Early morning snow
Fall and hot coffee brews me
Awake. Time lingers.
Fall and hot coffee brews me
Awake. Time lingers.
Let today remind
Us of the highest good, please.
Love, love. Always love.
Us of the highest good, please.
Love, love. Always love.
January 21, 2025 at 2:30 AM
Let today remind
Us of the highest good, please.
Love, love. Always love.
Us of the highest good, please.
Love, love. Always love.