I mourn for what waits on the horizon I rehearse for the pain that it will elicit I have slipped between the veils, And witnessed the sorrow yet to be bestowed. I grieve prematurely, Hoping to elude the full weight of grief. I bargain with gods, seeking serenity   To face the event and endure To balance the void with the joy that once was, To illuminate the absence with memories of now. Despite countless rehearsals and endless goodbyes, Choked out in waking dreams, then again

How do you reach her, you wonder? In a world now bleached and silenced, can you still see that sacred line, from you to her? She stands...

I wonder how many pages I would fill if I wrote the way I thought. If my imagination found its way onto a page. Daydreams painting...

My dreams are of the ground To feel my feet root into the earth. That uncomfortable, grounding sensation, A surety that comes with...

The innocent lessons we learn from horrible moments and how they define us and shape the path ahead. Stop ,  she cries out behind me....

Conversations begin but fade into other thoughts. I can't recall what they were about, but I know I tend to ramble. Unsure of where to...

There is a place for us. It's neither big nor small. In fact, I couldn't really describe it to you. I know it has all the things that I...

My child of light. When you exploded into being, the universe celebrated. The heavens exalted your arrival. Life marvelled at your being....

I would kill to hold your hand. Just grab it, and feel your fingers interlock in mine. I am not a hand holder. This isn’t something we...

It was her fifth job interview after graduating from university, and it was absolutely infuriating. She could feel the sweat collecting...

My love, 35 days. So of course I haven’t forgotten and moved on. You linger. In my thoughts, in my memories, in my desires. I haven’t...

If you are looking for me. It is absolute darkness here where I am. It’s a strange kind of darkness. One that changes, grows, shrinks,...

* For most of her life, Imani was fuelled by fear. The fear took different shapes; fear of failure, pain, and the fear that one day...

Imani was stuck, just as she had been the day before, and the day before that. In her room, she scribbled down nonsense...

It’s a story about a girl, and like most stories go, the girl is lost. She wanders, up cold mountains, into musky caves, and even plunges...

Let’s take a moment to talk about us. I know, it’s a little awkward, but once in a while, I think we should remember why we are together....