Reflections: How It Feels To Publish My First Poetry Book

What you hold in your heart is your story, your truth. Do not be afraid of it – of the words you will speak, the thoughts you will construct, the blessings you will bring and carry.

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I Know You Don’t Think I Miss You, But I Do

Take me back to this: flying
above the Chicago skyline
people like specks of dust
lights like summer fire flies
and wings as my arms.

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Unremembering Abuse

I wish I knew
how to unremember your words.

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