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...Apr 23, 2025
May every spiral guide us deeperInto truth, into love, into the dark of a wombAs the ligaments softenOver months of kicking and swellingEmerging in lifeMay our nights bring with themThe waves of laboringIn the warm and fecund waters of communityLight can be...Apr 23, 2025
What I mean by ‘god’ is bread for everyone is shared rage at cruelty is attention where it is needed is grief held in community is blooming uninhibited is water flowing freely is children at ease is mystery and magic is how trusthworthy the rising collective and...Apr 23, 2025
My heart clashes with a god that transcends as in, ‘rises above’ the body. this mess we’re in. your pain or mine. I find little hope in a god who took on flesh, only to later leave it behind. But tell me again of that divine breath – the one that animates soil, and...