[From the forthcoming booklet Rooted in Soil, Shifting Waters: Writing the Sea that Holds a Thousand Colors, a collaboration with winter's ... Read more
identity
Compost
From the sunflower blooming to the black soldier fly larvae writhing in my compost, from the hens to the ever-growing grass, and the wrens ... Read more
Excerpt from my Master’s thesis [‘Mother-Nature-Self: An exploration of self-in-relation through writing as inquiry’]
“On my first night back in Louisiana I dreamt my olive skin and my brown curls turned darker. An initial, superficial interpretation, which ... Read more
Solstice
I am having trouble finding something to write that I haven’t already written before. All my scholarship walked out on me these past few ... Read more
Trust
I grew up not knowing what being vulnerable or intimate really meant. I never learned to let go, to completely relax in the presence of ... Read more