is a woman — She is a woman with all her flaws and all her beauty She walks the earth with demons behind her and angels ahead She’s resilient because it’s in her DNA because she’s had no other choice She is a woman creator of lives with a warrior’s heart She is a…

The Relationship With Writing — Why do I write? What is my relationship with my writing? When I was younger, writing was a way to express myself. To get out all the pent-up emotions and frustrations boiling inside me. But it was also something very private. It was only for me — the deep, deep…

Oh, Little Girl — Oh, little girl, crystal tears on her cheeks, his face, almost a memory in the rearview mirror. Not once does he look back, spelling a bitter goodbye, as he drives away. Bright taillights flashing in broken finality, hopeless, red and white, blinking away rain. Like her tears. Like she meant nothing. Was…

save me there’s stormy skies brewing in my eyes the darkest of clouds screaming out loud save me save me falling on deaf ears losing all my years existing in the shade while illusions fade hear me hear me the truth becomes the lies and there’s nowhere to hide embracing the darkness even…

Activate — Welcome to the Priestess-hood sister mine we’re understood. Shining bright. Where wisdom abounds with sacred sounds activate healing Her She Us All Initiated into her divine light, accepting the mantle bright. Divine sovereignty. Stars for eyes seeing through the lies activate clearing Her She Us All Connecting to the paradigm shifting into this new timeline…

through the lens of a writer — I never imagined that clicking on a random Facebook post early during the pandemic would take me on a journey through the dark night of the soul…writer style. It was a post advertising an online writing workshop. I thought, what the heck, why not, and decided to join. …

a poem — a place from where I exist in these maze of walls and rooms separated by purpose purposeless, watching the tube hypnotized by endless pharmaceutical commercials tell me what is wrong with me what ailments can I manifest to feed your greed the buzz of little black boxes spreading EMF frequencies eating up all…

a dark poem She wants to unearth her secrets like rotting little coffins in the cemetery of truths where traumas stay hidden in the crevices of her mental maze. Wrong turns and dead ends shield the path to center where nightmares and healing can be found. She sees the shifting…

A tale of a takedown robbery amidst a psychotic break…or was it — Ari always imagined how she’d react in certain situations, but when something traumatic did happen, reality told a different story. She always imagined she’d be calm and collected, with a little of badass thrown in while being held at gunpoint, but that’s not what happened. Six minutes left on the…