The Homebody Socialite

I can’t remember your face or even your name, but I can feel you. Every night I dream about the wars you won and the battles you lost. You trained for years so that I could master the same skills…

I wonder how fractured a soul must become for a mother to be a thorn on the rose that is her daughter, rather than a petal. To draw blood and kiss no cuts. When the universe that is motherhood is…

You’re full of fire and I’m rooted in earth We are a volcano destined to erupt We destroy each other only to breathe life into new creations from the ashes of our remains Our chemistry is cosmic The way we…

I was born highly sensitive and in tune with the natural order — the notion that all beings have an innate right to vitality, bodily autonomy, and abundance. I’v experienced phenomenon declared spiritual by some and psychotic by others. I…

Why does society romanticize the systems it proclaims to loathe? We say that we care about Earth while indulging in the daily practices that abuse her. We scream save the babies while giving our dollar to consume products from corporations…