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A Moment Deferred

Trauma rips words deep within leaving its victims alone. There is much to say but none of it human.   I survived a serious car crash last week in which my Toyota Highlander SUV was hit head on by a Ford F-350 Superduty traveling at 55mph through a red light.  Moments before impact, I was … Continue reading

A Call to Community

Saturday night at 6:30pm, I will be amongst an ecletic crowd of Michiganders who have chosen to share their artistic interpretations of the theme Another’s Perspective, specifically, the intersection of privilege, trauma, and stigma. It is a tremendous honor to have two of my unpublished works of poetry displayed for this fall exhibition at the … Continue reading

Neck Deep Nightmare

Madness is hidden in depths of mind, not seated at Starbucks with a latte and laptop, inviting sweet situation. The raw and rough remains of what lies left instructs me to tear at tight clothes, take off restrictions, and wear a loose facade. We move like ghosts, cascading over sidewalks, unable to touch solid. If … Continue reading

1 Poem, 1 Sadness

  That Time You Whitewashed the Past   That time you whitewashed the past, you arrested my identity. It was our past but you wouldn’t claim your half, insisting I imagined mine. It’s why I hoard my memories, bury them like the trash they are, because who could believe your ideal was my surreal.   … Continue reading

Lies and Expectation

From the time we are born, people speculate on our future. “This baby genius is going to Harvard!” Often, the ambition is much grander than we are. All children are asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” A very open-ended question, especially considering the fact that some of us grow up … Continue reading

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