For My Mother

For my mother That loves so hard That gives too much That fights when there is no fight left But fights again That pushes and pulls and tugs and stands and cries and soars for her children That makes worlds from words and hides her poems That heals with gifts, when she is the gift…

Disappearing Words: Writing In The Digital Space

  There’s something magical about writing and sharing the inner workings of your mind¬†instantly. That’s how it works in the digital space. We’re constantly sharing, breathing new life into old words. Yet, at the same time there’s a fleeting feeling. Another case of police brutality…write a think piece. Another person says something racist…write a think…

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