You keep worrying you’re taking up too much space. I wish you’d let yourself be the milky way.

You can find me on the moon waxing and waning. My heart full of petals, every single one begging 'Love me, love me, love me. Whoever I am. Whoever I become.'

If you ever reach enlightenment. will you remember how to laugh?

Your ignorance keeps dismembering every piece of patience I have left.

The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.

Last night I saw your ghost pedalling a bicycle with a basket towards a moon as full as my heavy head and I wanted nothing more than to be sitting in that basket like ET with my glowing heart glowing right through my chest and my glowing finger pointing in the direction of our home.

I write because it is while I'm writing that I feel most connected to why we're here. I write because silence is a heavy weight to carry. I write to remember. I write to heal. I write to let the air in. I write as a practice of listening.