you hold this burden, curved in the cavity of your chest, caved in a tangle of seams, stalactite cathedral of memory. this frozen space, can we ask it to break, soft…

a poem of reflection. a poem of hope.

a poem for lent my heart rests on the sunrise though there is no trace of its advent with faith I can sit in the night, without sense of time, without fear in the dark, i find my feet. i can rise to stand, without bowing to the heights before me. i sense the power of…

Today is Safer Internet Day! I celebrate today with the UK Safer Internet Centre: Together for a better internet. For over a year now, I have been invested in learning about and intervening in one of the very dark corners of the internet and of our society today — the…

My books from my childhood and adolescence now boast the smell I love so much — the toasty, musty scent of old books. On Christmas day, standing in the bedroom I grew up in, I scanned my shelf looking for a good book to re-read as a Christmas treat. …

Do not forget when you were little; a lifetime shorter than all the rest. Today we hold our egos high, stuck out like scrunched-up chins set on stone-cold jaws, taunting the world to hit us with something good. …

I want my art to show the world that we are loved; that though this world is fleeting, doomed to fail on its crowns, there is light that whispers through us. This whisper does not run out of breath. It is always speaking. (We don’t always listen.) It has a…