To be kin with the trees is to let their roots become your veins. Their branches, your limbs. Their leaves, your lungs. Their waters, your blood. The jungle air is moist on your skin, and you drink it in, every pore enlivened and awake, informed by all that lives. The sun is a gift your … Continue reading Tree Affinity
It's hard to reconcile being wild sometimes, the feral hunger. The seeking eyes, the instincts that lead one to survive. The shapeshifting in twilight when it’s dark enough to see more colors, and Iight enough to illuminate the way forward. Star-kissed riverbeds and spectral skies. Emerald trees and non-linear time. Magenta plumes and lavender moons. … Continue reading Wild Like Me
The treasure of water in the air and in the green. The gift unseen but felt in a breath when the lungs open fully to receive it, or upon thirsty skin awaiting reprieve from heat. The plush forest rejoices when fire comes but does not catch, for moist plants are living instead of becoming kindling. … Continue reading Keepers of the Garden
The fires drove us away when they raged and caged my breath. My family’s home in my lungs with buildings and machines, blood and bones, a million dead dreams and more. We could not have known what was in store for the forests of the world any more than the sea knew she'd be swallowing … Continue reading The Call of Fire
How I miss the wind when it kissed my skin softly in the sun. When it whipped my face as I lay on the roof of a boat gliding down the Amazon River the summer I woke up from a strange sleep. When it soothed me in Chennai when I had no brimmed hat but … Continue reading The Language of the Wind
Flashes of dying from the moving music. A bittersweet melancholy song emanating from waning cells. A setting sun, so beautiful, even though you know it will soon be swallowed by night. Thirsty trees and grasses, yellow in Summer, getting ready to let their dry appendages go, pieces that steal too much rain from their roots. … Continue reading Slow Seeds
How does She do it? Steal my peace as easily as breathing. Churn my guts at the flip of a switch. Burn me hot to stir me. Turn my favorite colors grey. Pulled away from dreams I cling to as if it will make them real. Detached from my senses, I cannot see or feel. … Continue reading Task Master
Sometimes I want to be left alone in the morning. Just my moments of peace without texts and DM’s or hearing my phone ring. The chance to find myself with my elixir in hand before the demands flood me. Cause we all know what’s coming. Soon I’ll be running from the cage and jumping through … Continue reading The Hawk of New Dawn
Spoken Word Reading: For the Privilege of Living (raw performance just after writing) The nations in our blood rise up to fight the nations in our lungs. A war over our bones: to live or to die. Will we ever see eye to eye? Some of us deny accounts from those on the front lines. … Continue reading For the Privilege of Living: A Pandemic Poem
The world became a little less bright that day. A degree of light went away, mostly imperceptible to the naked eye. Mornings in Spring gained a haze. The sun wept to lose your smile and serenity in his radiance. How you loved to bath in it. It took a few days for his tears to … Continue reading Light on the Water
