Love & Loss

On a golden gift of an October day, there is sadness near the oak tree. Family gaze, pray and weep for someone so deeply loved. Prayers comfort and loving hearts hold memories as well as each othe [+]

Psalm 92:12 "The righteous will flourish like a palm tree, they will grow like a cedar of Lebanon"
I am here to comfort the dying.
So I tell myself while setting out my picnic
on a [+]

Growing up I have always been interested in the world and everything on it. Not a lot of people take in the true beautifulness of the world. In today's society, we are all connected with our phones [+]

Sylvia laced up her brand-new black sneakers as she stood in her mother's backyard. As a child, Sylvia and her twin sister, Sahara, always had matching black sneakers. Today, Sylvia was lucky if she [+]

No matter which direction Margo turned, she found fractured and distorted pieces of herself. When her eyes darted to the left, she caught a glimpse of strawberry blonde curls held in place by he [+]

He was the star of the show, making magic out of molecules
He always emphasized in was science, talked about the reasons for the reactions
But to me and my brother, it was always magic [+]

Nature is the soul of energy
I come back to the water when I need to rejuvenate
I smoke the green to strengthen and pure my soul
The ocean waves calm my nerves
While the rain makes [+]

How to make sense of this?
How to find solace in my fear?
The answer came unexpectedly in the early days of lockdown. A thought emerged and kept persisting, “grow a garden,” it [+]

Here I shall stand,
Underneath the blooming Wisteria.
Roots run deep through the Earth
As the pendulous racemes scatter their lavender petals.
On the Eve of the Spring Equinox [+]

shoes hit the forest floor. Feet slap
mud. 17 children are running
inside of me. The first stabs his toes
into Earth. He grins and shoves
an earthworm into the [+]

“So, is friday a date then?”
Come one come all, see the wonder and fright that lies within this tent
‘Yeah, i think it is’
I duck through the makeshift door
I am shocked by the sights [+]

Trauma, upheaved from soil
packed airtight above a grave,
an inescapable puppeteer looms
overhead, pulling at my strings.
Suddenly a child, new to life, I
am made to forget you’re [+]