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It’s How It Had to Be: Recollections from a Dream. {poetry}

Where do dreams come from? At one point, I thought I could distinguish between the dreams of the subconscious and the dreams that come from a place entirely different — perhaps the place we inhabit before we are born into this world? I thought I could tell the difference between ...

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For the Love of Gaia. {poetry}

Dear Goddess Gaia, Pachamama, Madre Tierra, Mother Earth, May all that you are be fully liberated from the shackles humans have thrust upon you.

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Now I’m Royalty, Sitting on My Throne. {poetry}

If you were sitting on your throne, you’d find me too. And we would laugh over all the years we could let this go by without even a call.

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How Much Pain Can We Hold? {poetry}

Equinox is coming, a time of equal light and dark. This season, we hold the opposites. Those who did not show up and love me, and those who did.

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Brokenhearted Girl, the Whole World Is Waiting. {poetry}

Brokenhearted girl, what feels like the end is only the start of something even better. Unclench your fists, Open your hands, and watch everything that feels like it's falling apart put you back together.

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Imagine a World. {poetry}

A bridge of flat stones smoothed by eternal water An overflow of overthinking, profits ever teeming An everlasting cure found truly in abundant dreaming

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This Lucky White Girl. {poetry}

So I resolve to grow as I learn to hold space for all of us offering my lucky-white-girl passion as a door of sorts a leg up past my privilege that imprisons us both to something more

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Love Yourself: Not All Superheroes Wear Capes. {poetry}

The bravest thing I’ve ever done... is choose to keep loving myself even when a broken promise looked me in the eyes and told me he no longer did.

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Rosé. {poetry}

Rosé is wildlike Stays up late, howls at mauve moons Sits with splayed legs on bare earth Beside queens in silk doubloons

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The Dig. {poetry}

Where is my home? Is it contained within bricks and mortar? Is it the country of my birth? Is it the place inside my heart where I feel the most authentic version of myself? Is it none of these or all of the above?

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