i am the sun & moon – a poem

the sagittarius in me wants to travel and explore, leave without notice and explore both the inner and outer world of sandalwood incense and cypress trees and markets in morocco and oceans in australia. she wants to experience and think deeply. she wants to know herself from exploring outside herself. she wants to go deep. … Continue reading i am the sun & moon – a poem

drinks in India – a poem

we walk through markets and smells of sandalwood and burning plastic and cooked, oily dough. we finger mala beads and soft pants they call trousers we stop at cafes for drinks - in america, we refer to "drinks" when we want to go out for happy hour for glasses of wine and fruity cocktails but … Continue reading drinks in India – a poem

happiness – a poem

I am happiest when embraced by feeling. A soul gasp at the end of a song Drinking cheap red wine and blowing smoke out of dorm windows Climbing lifeguard chairs long after the sun has set because the view up here is closer to the stars Staying up past our self-imposed bedtime to read or … Continue reading happiness – a poem

city of apples – a poem

my friends live in a cluster in the city of lights or is that Paris they're in the city of apples you know which one i'm 3 hours north living my quiet domestic life by the seaside nestled in the theater forest with the foghorns and homemade ice creams and living in a Victorian mansion … Continue reading city of apples – a poem

cultivate – a poem

I walk out of yoga full of breath and space between my ligaments. The smell of incense and motherly love from massage tables hangs on my T-shirt and I repeat my affirmation from savasana I am safe I am held I am whole I am loved I have to keep reminding myself. Outside the seagulls … Continue reading cultivate – a poem

turkish coffee – a poem

We ate simits covered in olive spread, thin little bagels so you don’t get schmutz on your face. After, we drank Turkish coffees strong like a shot. We read each other’s fortunes from the coffee grounds letting the spirit move through us. We saw rivers flowing in ravines and raccoons on mountains and energy leaving out of ourselves and cleaning … Continue reading turkish coffee – a poem

floating – a poem

I float underneath stars letting the north star be my focal point because it's the brightest and biggest and it seems to be right above me. The water moves like black silk and I let myself be carried. With each breath, I let go and relax deeper and deeper into my bed of waves. Underwater, … Continue reading floating – a poem