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For the Students, My Teachers, February 14th, 2018 (and Every Day After). {poetry}

Never again will we entertain this tyranny that wears a thousand divisive masks but is always a scared and greed-scarred child-man hiding behind a curtain.

archives, wisdom

There Is Enough.

I have felt enough grief to know that almost everyone is mourning some loss. Almost everyone is struggling to make sense of a death.

archives, you & me

Time Will Ease My Grief.

We all have different ways of expressing grief. As a writer, expressing my thoughts in writing is one of my best coping tools.

you & me

Chasing Sunsets: Life Is Too Short to Be Lived in Darkness.

If I were to die young, I’m convinced that I would have lived a full life, just like the extraordinary woman this article honors.

you & me

To I, the Mistress.

Tonight I will feast, in my own exquisite company, salty lips making vows arcane and devoted to I, the mistress of my ship, the captain of my soul.

wisdom

Nature’s Hymn.

She heals me, shelters and feeds me, nurturing and teaching me something new... Never will I forget how soft Her embrace is and forgiving in nature.

feminism

These Are the Blades We Were Born With: From One Death Priestess to Another.

The Death Priestesses are the chosen ones who swim in this chaotic soup of righteous rage and power-hunger willingly, who do not fear the breakdown, the loss, and the dark void of absolute nothingness as others do.

you & me

Learning Not to Question the Darkness.

I have cursed the darkness, and it only brought me back to the present moment and the ever present reminder that my mortality is limited.

you & me

Goodbye, Kayla, My Light Wrapped in Fur.

I forgot to pick you up and hold you and tell you how much I loved you and how much joy you had brought me in our time together.

you & me

When Devastation Meets Joy.

I noticed an effervescent undercurrent that accompanied my panic and first trimester symptoms: a quiet, stabilizing joy. This has continued to expand within me throughout my pregnancy, outpacing even the growth of my belly, like a protective aura.

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