Our Revolution

I wrote this poem several years ago. Part of being authentic for me is sharing with the world all of those little talents we keep to ourselves for fear that others will truly see who we are. This is who I am. A poet. An artist. A fallible human that is afraid of what itContinue reading “Our Revolution”

March It Out

Dear You, No one is coming to save you from your life. Put on your shoes, stand up and march that shit out. Hell, crawl if you have to, but giving up is not an option. It is impossible to wish yourself out of existence. You areā€¦and will be. The elements that make up yourContinue reading “March It Out”

I am still here

During this global crisis it may feel like everything we thought we could hold onto is being obliterated. Sometimes we may even feel convinced that our identity is being obliterated as well. To those of you that feel this way I offer you this reflection. Nine months ago, my life came crashing in on me.Continue reading “I am still here”