Our last hug
A poem on the last hug with a loved one
I hate that radical acceptance is the invitation
An excerpt from Still Here: A Poetry Memoir of Grief & Love.
wise people say
radical acceptance
is a healing
Returning to the body I left behind
I used to feel so overwhelmed by confusing sensations in my body.
Unaware of how my nervous system struggled to
It shouldn't have happened. But it did.
It's oddly soothing to hear this.
When healing sneaks up on you
How releasing a therapist helped me see the strength I’d been building all along
Rage + joy need each other
A couple poems of resistance
This is what love looks like right now
The power of reframing + beginning again
It shouldn't be this way
A thought on fighting reality
Goodbye in the toy aisle
A poem on leaving a place you loved
It's okay to not know yet
A poem on uncertainty + finding home