Letter to [Redacted]
I see you have forgotten yourself. You are not the stories you carry with you. The trauma. You are not the patterns you’ve taken notice of in your life, or…
I see you have forgotten yourself. You are not the stories you carry with you. The trauma. You are not the patterns you’ve taken notice of in your life, or…
For the first time, I read a poem of mine (written in real time at the workshop) for an audience. Love in courage, I share my piece: