You are allowed to be sad. To feel stagnant when the weather grows heavy, dark and dull. To feel the weight of your body, of your heart settling down into…

I will no longer makeup my faceMy bare feet will find cool puddles of waterIn the storms that come after days of intolerable heatI won’t run with my child through…

There is a home in myself and I take it with me. It sounds like the high off birds singing in the forest. I feels like cool running water beneath…