Kla-nyene KillenMy Father Dreamt About TreesMy Father dreamt about trees. I hope he dreamt about the trees and the roots that worked their way into the ground allowing the forest to…Nov 11, 2022Nov 11, 2022
Kla-nyene KillenGoing Over the HillYou know how you hear something that brings you back? Back to your childhood? Back to tears? Back to a place of security and comfort in the…Sep 18, 2021Sep 18, 2021
Kla-nyene KillenMy Other WholeI know I was brought to this world for love, and to crush the antithesis of it.Sep 18, 20211Sep 18, 20211
Kla-nyene KillenGrief to HopeHow does one turn grief to hope? How does one transition from the darkness of the abyss to the darkness found in rich soil? Deep and soaked…Sep 18, 2021Sep 18, 2021
Kla-nyene KillenI am a Child of War RefugeesI am a child of war refugees. I was born and raised in Clinton, Maryland. A city named after the president, who went into office a week…Sep 18, 2021Sep 18, 2021