We live in a house with creaking floorboards. We lose ourselves between the cracks and crevices. Most days, we float
Often Spirit sits me down for a spell or two to refocus and reunite with all of my scattered pieces.
“Is it too much?” I asked myself…probably asked Frank too. After all who would have the audacity to slap their
Dear Love, Not to long ago, I had an ideal opportunity to teach my own poetry/spoken word class at a
We always believed we could fly—no one else did. They only saw us getting as far off the ground as
They will say we sound like the distant rumble of two trains passing in the wake of night—like the scent
The most horrifyingly breathtakingly beautiful place to find yourself in is a liminal one, void of space filled with the
Have you ever felt forced out of your space, be it your home, your mind, your body, or your spirit?
Life in the May house has been on the up and up this past year, to say the least. Now,