mourning my old life

So here I am, arriving at my new life that still has no solid form. I feel like
weโ€™re all stood outside this giant egg together, waiting to see what will hatch.

๐’ถ ๐“…๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‰๐’พ๐’ธ๐“Š๐“๐’ถ๐“‡ ๐“€๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’น๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“ˆ

I havenโ€™t written in a while. I think in my heart, I must be old-fashioned because I write these posts as if they were letters to an old friend. Maybe thatโ€™s who reads them in my head.

Poet of The Week: Alysia Harris

โ€œI love how all the constellations are named after Greek heroes. It reminds me that, even thoughย immortal, they have vices too.” – Alysia Harris I came across Alysia Harris years ago. Her poem “Cab Rides & The Morning After” was one of the first spoken word poetry videos I discovered that was cinematic in style.Continue reading “Poet of The Week: Alysia Harris”