Poetry and Prose

When I think of a flat surface with objects, I see high potential and nothingness, there is no in between. Objects scattered about on a...

If you could dream, what would it be? The water beneath me pools down into depth unreachable and unimaginable. The sky above is cloudy...

in honour of the pigment that transcends boundaries; melanin. Brown skin. I’m talking about this brown skin. The same brown skin that...

On making peace with grief, loneliness and fear. Alone, stranded in the dead of night, or maybe in a dark room, pitch-black. No, my eyes...

Do all beings crave freedom, or do we sustain it? As soft music plays, and leaves fall, just know, Autumn will always wait for you. The...

Here, I add another poem of mine to the collection, enjoy~ For one to feel, it is bliss~ In you, I sense loss, grief, and sadness....

So, I've been feeling vulnerable as of late. I have way too much on my plate, and I get overwhelmed by the constant pressure of just......