St. Croix Pigeon
A brief, contemplative poem about finding beauty and dignity in what the world too often overlooks.
Dark Pause
So yes, the room is dark. And I don’t like the dark. It makes everything worse. It makes my thoughts louder. My chest tighter. I don’t trust the dark. It’s where the sad things grow. And I guess that’s what this is. Sadness. Or sickness. Or both. I don’t know anymore.
Witnessing Voice
Reflections, art, writing, and creative practices designed to inspire presence, awareness, and connection.
