poet and storyteller
This is for you who feels like a failure. A freedom song doesn’t just burst out of your mouth—a nightingale, fully shaped and willing. It has to claw its way out of the soft cocoon of your chest, a groan at first. A quiet lament. Give yourself time. #BraveNotes
and i saw how the holding on, the not letting go of things—how this caused me the most pain. how not allowing my hands to fall open—naked to the sky, how not trusting my heart to set free the thing whose time had come to leave me, robbed me of the quiet presence of common... Continue Reading →
I am ridiculously pleased, and very relieved to announce that my book, ‘A Counting of Love’ is now available in paperback as well as Kindle format. You can find it on any Amazon platform and it will soon be available on Book Depository as well. It has listed on Goodreads today, so if you are... Continue Reading →
I can finally share the cover for my second book, ‘a counting of love’ with all of you and I am a wee bit overwhelmed with excitement! I will let you all know the release date in a few days, but here’s a taste of what it looks like. Isn’t it stunning? ‘A counting of... Continue Reading →
a question walks into my bedroom: what advice would you give to your daughter about life—about love. i sit with it for a long time.i had other lives, once.i don’t hold much in my hands, now. there are scars. they are old. i do know this. you can tell a lot about a man by... Continue Reading →
at the bottom of the field which held my father’s crops, the bees lived. hives of faded wood hugged the river, owned the sun. secret things happened here. when the frames were full,oozing, he would harvest the warmth of summer. forearms straining under the weight of a chipped enamel basin full of a season, he... Continue Reading →
she tells me how she knocks on doors,hungryfor a thing that she cannotname, only knows that it is familiar,has covered her with shame, this fetal need, this hand-me-down painfrom all the women before, and that it never leaves. quietly gnaws its waythrough her, and that a mother is not formedby labour, by spilling blood, by... Continue Reading →
There are words that can undo lies, change adjectives into nouns and bring healing to raw places.
i hope that you give yourself permission to become who you want to be. i hope that you learn to discern whose voice you are speaking with, especially if it says things to you that are unkind. unloving. untrue. if it forces you back, holds you down, keeps you hungry… …and you know exactly what... Continue Reading →
