As I perch in silence: all the noise is drowned out. Meditation is the medication I’ve been prescribed.

I’m in a vulnerable space but a space nonetheless. If you read between the words you’ll see them crying out for help.

poetry about women is plagiarism with permission

March 4th, 2019. March 4th. March forth!

Rikki’s glass demands freedom As you stare at it, it begs the question: how? It shouts back and says get it done, now!i

Out of curiosity, I jump Out of my bed, I find Out of my world, a way Out of stupidity, to cease Out of inferiority, to bear The things...