Beneath all masks and marrow, let us draw near to those of us tangled in chains no eye can trace. In the quiet ache of isolated...

I don’t want to remember. I tried to let it all go long ago, but you just won’t let me forget. My memories of you soured since I was as...

A screech cuts through the hush of nobility, scratch marks left in the wake of mischief. Domination tastes like food devoured too...

Older or wiser humans don’t argue anymore. They’ve learned that most battles are not worth the energy or the noise. They just smile...

The fundamental attribution error lives in the quiet places where we forget each other’s storms. I saw your silence and called it...

Keep your angels, cloaked in shame, secrets, silence, and social control—I’ll keep my demons, sharp with memory, justice, liberation, and...

Dark shadow streak in the forest, swift and silent. The trees bend slightly, whispering of its passing. Moonlight catches only...

I exist in the hush between dusk and dawn, where the world holds its breath before surrendering to light or collapsing into darkness. A...

continuing to live is an act of resistance. waking up, breathing in, stepping forward—rebellion. in stillness, tumult, exhaustion,...

Shaking my head at exigent circumstances, the way urgency bends the rules, the way time fractures under pressure. A door forced open, ...

They cradle me like a fragile idol, whispering assurances I do not believe. A bright, sterile light crowns my head, and unfamiliar hands...

You move with such purpose, yet seem lost in your own mind. Your hands are always busy. I watch you chase things I cannot see, speaking...

Phagocytosis Amoeba engulfs Some call her mother.

This prose poem was inspired by Irest meditation developed by Richard C. Miller, Ph.D. ( https://shop.irest.org ) Irest is a form of...

With total respect and admiration! Be your own person.  Be in your own time space. Be in your own world. Actually live in your self. ...

Radicalized minds and tongues carve wounds that never close, red or blue, it’s all poison dressed as purpose, a pain factory lingers...

Ego, greed, lies, bondage, and power have always plagued us, and will always plague us. Every generation has their reckoning with...

People treat you exactly how they feel about you... that's it. That's the message. There is no hidden meaning, no secret kindness buried...

They divide us with the culture war, pulling our attention toward symbols and slogans while the foundation beneath us crumbles. We argue...

Milo, angry cat, restless paws tap—Kat calls him, Soft purrs fill the air.