I’m pregnant. Pregnant with a hummingbird, pregnant with the land. Inside me, life pulses with an unearthly vibrance, ready to burst forth. I feel it—the earthquake, the bomb, the color, the smiles. My belly swells with the weight of possibilities, a steam locomotive building momentum, the rainbow arching towards its promise. I am pregnant, waiting for a plane to land. With each passing moment, I grow more and more pregnant, heavy with the planet’s secrets and dreams. I am a vessel, and I will give birth. Over the city, as the night contracts and the sun dilates, I will give … Continue reading Pregnant

The way I feel ordinary, a simple human being… My own very limited self kind of crushes me in a way. I’d know exactly, and I sort of feel haunted by unfolding while at the same time wishing for nothing more. And I get this feeling, and I understand all of it; it stands painfully clear and whole toward me. It simply makes me feel small sometimes, and words are lacking, to be honest. Simultaneously, that precise emotion is so utterly complete in itself that it floods me with awe, and I kind of get so lost in its essence … Continue reading Extraordinary

If you call the cops and say “I’m homeless and starving, please help me!” they are not required to (and most likely will not) help you in any way. But if someone calls and says, “I saw someone taking food out of the trash and sleeping on a park bench!” they are typically obligated to come arrest you or at least chase you away. And yet, people swear up and down that policing is an essential service that is designed to protect us. They don’t protect people. They protect property. If you don’t have (enough) property, then your protection does … Continue reading The Nobodies

I hate explaining myself. The nuances of my thoughts, my actions, my art—they’re like the notes of a symphony that can’t be translated into mere words. I don’t want to dissect how I draw or paint, how I perceive the world. These processes are intimate whispers of my soul, echoing through the canvas and the paper, not meant for dissection. What I truly love is when people ask how I feel, how my art lives within them. That connection, that shared experience—it’s pure and unfiltered. It’s less about the mechanics and more about the emotion, the resonance. When someone lives … Continue reading Don’t Ask Questions

I am not every woman. I don’t choose to be anyone other than myself. I am a woman comfortable in my own skin; in this body. Slowly, I am blooming in my own garden. I’m in no rush to become someone else or to compete with anyone. My journey is mine alone, unique and uncharted. I don’t aspire to be you, or like your daughter, your sister, or your friends. I am satisfied with the woman I’ve been, but I am still learning about the woman I am becoming. Each day, I discover new facets of myself, unfolding like petals … Continue reading I am not every woman

There are so many fragile things in this world. People break easily, and so do dreams and hearts. Each one, a delicate treasure, bearing the weight of hopes and emotions. The fragility of human existence, the tenderness of aspirations, the vulnerability of the heart—all are bound together in a fragile symphony. We navigate through this delicate landscape, holding our pieces together with care. Every step, every choice, a testament to our resilience. We cherish the beauty in the fragility, understanding that it is this very delicacy that makes life so precious. In the breaking, in the mending, we find our … Continue reading Breaking

Every night, I allowed myself a moment of music that was just for me. This solitary pleasure, while seemingly barren, is anything but sterile when it reconciles our being with life. The music transports me to a realm where pain doesn’t cease to exist but shrinks, diminishes, and becomes calmer and deeper, like a stream that transforms into a lake. In these moments, I find a tranquil retreat from the chaos of the day. The melodies wrap around my soul, easing the jagged edges of my worries and smoothing the rough patches of my heart. Each note, each chord, brings … Continue reading In the Arms of Music