PinnedThe Reader in a Non-Bookish CommunityExploring what reading is, how it is accepted in my community which has its own culture of reading, and how I grew up in it as a reader.Sep 29, 20232Sep 29, 20232
PinnedPoems We Lit With a Cigarette SmokeMystery and all the scraps of consciousness that we both lose and find when crafting poetry.Nov 8, 20232Nov 8, 20232
Published inHuman PartsThe Conversation I Never Had With My BodyA journey of pregnancy and childbirth of a first time motherNov 2626Nov 2626
Published inILLUMINATIONWhat’s in a name?“She is wine and pain, art and being, existing in pages and flesh, not one and either but both.”Oct 31Oct 31
Published inILLUMINATIONThe Day I Realized I am RacistThe discovery of self is not always beautiful, sometimes it’s hideous that it’s difficult to understand and describe with words.Nov 23, 20233Nov 23, 20233
Published inILLUMINATIONHuman ScrapsFor all the innocent children and sweet little souls we couldn’t protect.Nov 12, 20231Nov 12, 20231