Bedtime Stories Tucked between ample pillows, seas of blankets, and dog eared pages, I sit campfire style between my children. There, I teach them how to spin wonder into their words, cast spells with their voices, turn pages into people... Continue Reading →
Fragmented I am a prism, the pieces of myself fragmented into color-coded chambers. I am a spectrum split between wavelengths of refracted inferred and iridescent radiance. I isolate, absorb, and reflect. I am a double helix, fighting upstream on a... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 