Unexpected Joy After Watching That Scene
I didn’t expect my heart to get a little brighter just from a sitcom rerun,…
Kabal Briar Letting the Poem Lead My Pen
Sometimes I sit at my little desk and just let the poem take the wheel.…
Holding On to Gentle Moments
Today I noticed how I keep pausing in the middle of washing dishes, just to…
Admitting Truths While Revising Each Line
Some days revising feels like sneaking little truths past myself. I’m sitting at my tiny…
Triggered by a Scene I Can’t Unsee
You ever get caught off guard by a scene and suddenly you’re thirteen again, living…
Held by Familiar Places, Seen Anew
There’s a certain comfort that lives in the places I know best. The ones that…
Letters for the Body I’m Learning to Hold
It’s one of those afternoons where I can actually hear myself think. I’m sitting on…
Being Here in My Own Skin
I woke up this morning with my cheek pressed into the pillow, feeling the pillowcase…
When Words Become Memory As I Write
Lately, I keep circling this phrase in my head: when words become memory as I…
Screens Spark Trust Before People Do
It’s wild how sometimes I’ll trust a TV character with my feelings before I trust…