Poetry

  • Whispers

    She whispered to her heart: Go. Be Brave. Make me whole, again. Continue reading

  • Butterfly Catcher

    I was born to be a catcher of butterflies. Pass me my net and I will show you the joy and the wonder that lay sleeping in your bones. Continue reading

  • The Kiss

    Give me the broken glass of your soul and I will lead you to the moonlight and show you the kiss that already sits upon your forehead, soft and waiting to soothe you. Continue reading

  • Broken People

    It’s the ‘broken’ people we should be listening to. Because it’s the ‘broken’ people who have already faced the pain we are yet to face. Continue reading

  • Home Is Where The Heart Is

    My heart lives inside of me. Dearest, home. I’m sorry it took me so long to find you.     Continue reading

  • In the Stars

    Meet me in the stars my precious little ones. And we will dance and play and love without the endings human life must eventually bring. Continue reading

  • Rain

    Maybe this whole time instead of running away from the rain we should have been running into it asking it questions, like: ‘If you can feed the green under my feet— what is it, rain, that you can do for me?’ Continue reading

  • Some Kind of Magic

    It’s some kind of magic that you and you and you will read these words and think and feel and be something different than you were before you read them. Continue reading

  • The Year of Us

    When I write my words, when I set them free in this little bloggy land of mine— the one where you’ve come to meet me, now—I become a better version of me. I can feel it. I can feel the… Continue reading

  • Let Them Be

    I do this thing where I try to ‘fix’ the people I love. When they are sad. When they are confused. When they are in pain. I do this because when the people who feel like ‘joy’ to me suddenly… Continue reading