May you be remembered with fondness. May those that loved you in your humanity be brave enough to continue creating a world that is kinder and serves your vulnerable brothers and sisters whether that be through education, art, relationship, advocacy, community events, or public expressions of grief.

Sometimes our uncomfortable feelings are not entirely the fallout of a trauma trigger, but righteous anger caused by injustice.

This might seem odd to you, but it makes sense to me.

a new habit has appeared in my weekends: a casual saunter downtown, sunshine on skin, breeze through hair, weight of the week dispersing.

Stream of consciousness: sometime in the time after I hit my head real hard, I promised myself to be unhinged as often as possible.

All the right spices for a maddening depression. Restorative however, is my belief that God redeems; makes Holy what was Horrible.

I can’t decide if continuing to attend church is brave and essential to my eternal spiritual welfare, or masochistic and twisting metaphoric

A poetry form is of sacred importance. The 'eastann' gives voice to the complexities of humanity, environment, and the Divine.