I hear the children playing in the summer heat, families cooking in the kitchen, and water cooling the thirsty plants of the earth. The purest expressions of life, yet in this same space silence, outrage, and hatred flow freely. Domestic terrorist protected under the same…

Internally the turmoil is unforgiven. The root of the pain stems from the unknown. Unresolved issues from my past are dormant. A blank slate void of laughter, joy, or pain. As night falls intuitive visions flood my mind. As the sun rises exhaustion takes over…

Celebration of Life I was taught to mourn and grieve. Birthed into the physical world, with a goal of transitioning back into consciousness is frown upon. I was taught the gates of heaven would not be open to me. Released into the purest from of…

My Mother’s Roots My Mother’s Roots can be found in her boots. I remember her Black and Brown boots before the change. Her shirts were always tucked into her skin tight jeans held in place by numerous belt colors. I imagined her Black boots allowed…