My apologies to everything
One poem reminded me of another poem and now this is where we are. Forgive me.
One poem reminded me of another poem and now this is where we are. Forgive me.
Do you guys want an album of poetry? Good, I made one.
I've been doing a lot somatic therapy and EMDR for nine months, when do I get to ascend? Maybe that's not the point. Plus a bunch of recent publications, an upcoming album, and an all-timer from Ada Limón.
Good news. Turns out we have an infinite capacity for love.
Writing from a floor in Chicago again. There have been many beautiful days, though I live too much in my mind.