trauma is a scary thing

You think it’s gone,

but then you find it lingering

where the nails meet skin

the sharp things live

where the speedometer runs high

when the loud sounds ring.

Complement with this reading: The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma by Bessel Van der Kolk, M.D.

Poem_All Praise

The rain might keep falling

The weather unchanging

but still my soul will keep on singing of your promises to me


You Say

you delight in me

that there lie green pastures and a bounty of joy everlasting //waiting at a table for me

Surely goodness will follow, even as this rain continues to fall

And So I Will Keep On Singing

I’ll keep on singing of your goodness, your goodness, your goodness….

Until this rain transforms, these dry bones rise, I will keep on singing of your goodness to me.

Poem_love letters to a younger self


love letters to a younger self //
if i could travel time,
i’d tell my younger self how much she was loved.
how perfect she is
how everything will be okay
how much she’ll laugh and smile
how she’ll fall in love
over and over again
how she’ll be surrounded by people that make her grin uncontrollably
how everything will look beautiful to her again
how she’ll come to love her body
how she’ll come to love touch
how she’ll come to love her mind
how she’ll come to love others
how she will become love.

Poem_Afternoon Meditations

Something I drafted up walking and reflecting sometime on July 31st and cleaned up just now while resting my sore body from dance in bed, sweet bed:

It started out in my phone’s notes app like this: “Something I wish my younger self knew: – “

Don’t victimize yourself

You’re wasting your time

Visualizing into existence

an iron prison for your mind

You’ll lock your personhood for years

Telling yourself that you have no control

That life is scary,

That things are ruthless,

That everything is meaningless.

But Change the narrative

And you’ll seek and find


More than prison //

The things that happened

You can’t chase them away as if they’ve never happened

But will yourself

And let them go

And you’ll find, you’ll see

Your power once lost

restored, redeemed.

Poem_Fragile Humans

“People who shut their eyes to reality simply invite their own destruction, and anyone who insists on remaining in a state of innocence long after that innocence is dead turns himself into a monster.”
– James Baldwin

1 part Pretense

1 part Earnestness

Bubble. Smooth. Leaven.

Add new voices.


Bake New.

Holding onto the promise and truth that my God makes beautiful things out of dust.