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Open Wounds

Obsidian, by any other name, would be undone.

To The Appalachian Girl I Think About, Sitting In An Indie Coffee Shop, Drinking Water & Writing Poetry...

Dinner With Myself

I’m glad you ordered the blueberry crepes

Visitation

Pretty

We Don't Talk Enough About the Power of Writing Things Down

ROAD-TRIPPIN

Relax, you're just becoming. Rest & love yourself, here.

Tending the Heart on a Quarter-Mile Stretch

NEW(ish) Poem

Hood Diaspora

Open-Ended

This Birthday Hits Different

Visibility

21 Questions You Probably Haven't Even Thought To Ask

Some weeks are heavier than others

Don't Swallow Me Whole

Split or Whole?

Teaching on President's Day

So, I think I'm ready to talk about this now...

Seventh Sermon on the Warpland

Dear community, this is me reintroducing myself.

Promised Land

Overnight Lows

de esta américa a la nuestra américa

ain’t that much of me in ya

Prologue

Los Sábados por la Mañana - Pt. 2

Los Sábados por la mañana

Sometimes, we have to have a little faith.

Picking up where we left off

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