whisper near a lit candle. when you finish, blow it out i am grateful for the dark. i am grateful for the black. i am grateful for the shadow. i […]

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earthseed poem

the compass spins around north becomes south, becomes simply the horizon the direction that matters is forward we conjure from the darkness a future orientation of the people moving like […]

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Bitch 50

y’all… i’ve been writing for Bitch magazine for the past year and it’s been such an incredible exploration. and i respect the team and the political stance they’re holding so […]

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