About the Author
I’ve always been passionate about writing and amazed by the therapeutic affect it has on people and the healing they are able to receive through it. Whether I'm writing about my full moon rituals, poetry or giving guidance on meditation, I share it all in hopes that it will find a safe and familiar place inside of you and hopefully inspire some creativity of your own. I love engaging with those who resonate with my work and welcome you to write to me at anytime. Your words keep me motivated as I take on my next project; an open diary full of photos, poems & journal entries. This one of a kind book is a piece of me in complete transparency and honesty. As vulnerable as that makes me feel, I am excited to be able to open my heart to you. As always thank you for your constant love and support. It does not go unnoticed.
Apache cafe on a cold October night I walked in lost looking for a poet
I had very little description to go off of but I was told I couldn’t miss him
And that was a lie
Because 9 months later I miss him even when he’s here
Deathly scared of the moment he has to go to work
I walk around with puppy dog eyes
He makes me laugh, then I hold back cries
I jump when the door cracks cause I'm scared he’ll never come back.
Like my innocence
Like why am I still so controlled by my past trauma
Apache cafe on a cold October
I saw you.
And I knew I finally found you.
See I’ve been searching
Relationships come and go but none were working.
None were worth it.
I was hurting.
Since I lost you at sea that lifetime before and so I became the Melanin Mermaid to swim to you
But mother Yemaya said your soul had gone in the wind.
So I searched again
through tribes of Native Americans
Apache symbols in caves you drew
as breadcrumbs so I could spot you
But I didn’t
A trail of tears I wailed for my negligence
So again my world went dark and in that instant
I became an owl so I could see in the dark
cooed at the moon to light the way to the other half of my heart.
Listened to the beating of the forest's drum
1000 year old trees we stood under when they were just 1 year young
My love my love
Time means nothing to us
Masquerading through lifetimes as 2 souls when really we’re just 1.
Wishing to become whole every time 11:11
Reminds me my reflection is much brighter then my shadows.
Those scary things In the night
Those insecurities that cause me to create fights
Those lonely nights of past life’s now haunt me even when you’re in my sight.
I was lost that cold October night.
In this life
Looking for a poet.
They said when I see him I’ll know him
A mentor. A friend. A lover. An omen.
A fisherman. An Indian. The owl. The star that I orbit.
The mole on my foot that he painted 10,000 years ago
A Picasso that sometimes resembles Pinocchio
Well then I’ll be Gipeto
Cause our memories live in my bones
I have to tell him this lifetime so next time
Through life lines and hard times he can always find his way home.