Dec 12, 2025
have you ever smelled lemongrass plucked fresh from the soil? rolled it between your fingers so its scent lingers past present? have grief ever broken you open? made of your heart a scene of ruins so that survival is the only prayer you can utter and even that prayer...Dec 4, 2025
There are tears stored up in every human soul. Tears that were inconvenient to someone else. Tears that got someone punished. Tears to be shed when there was lack. Tears unspent because “now is not the time.” These tears all need a place to go. And perhaps there is a...Jun 6, 2025
And here I am again. In the in between place named shadow, In the depths marked by something beyond light. When I get here, people tell me that I should pray, believe, fast, try. And the shadow becomes an oppressor that breaks the spirit, labeled negative, and beyond...Apr 23, 2025
#1 We, ancient and still becoming, tired and resilient, children and elders precious to each other, We remember across borders, through words that fit and don’t, in the midst of layers and intersections, violences of so many kinds. We remember lives, names, stories....Apr 23, 2025
We are grateful for children teaching us that gentleness, care, play, and imagination are our birthrights. We are grateful for elders— human, flora, & fauna— who hold stories of our belonging. We are grateful for the wisdom of the land who shows us there is enough...