I love to write. It is, to me , a long infuriated exhale to the world— where matter and substance, the exhale, is made not of the carbon that indelibly fills us— but of the crystallizing dew, that holds us, body and soul together in a substance non-existent yet. A new creation; an expansion, of the universe amidst our hands.
An honorable woman, letter.
November 10th, 2020
My new chapbook is out now. In honor of my grandmother, the woman who raised me. It is a quiet journey through thought— one that comes with figures and impressions of the mind, but mostly of the soul ( You'll find this polarity in my work a lot). I hope you enjoy it.
A limited amount of copies are left :) You may order yours, here !