I’m not yesterday’s draft copy—I’ve been edited by fire.Transformation keeps me interesting,keeps me agile,keeps me laughing at the ideaof ever … More

They ask what I’ve written,what I’ve birthed from my ribs,what rose from the salt of my open woundswhen I finally … More

I stopped queuing for permission slips.Stamped myself approved in ink made of starlight.Turns out the holy water was in my … More

When I say no, it does not thunder,nor crack the earth beneath your feet.It arrives like light through stained glass,soft, … More

I emptied the drawer of my spirit today,half-loved receipts, unsent letters,dreams that expired like milk in July.What a cluttered archive … More

Life, my dear, is nothing morethan a string of boarding passes—some stamped “one-way,”others “delayed indefinitely,”and a few with destinationswe swore … More

Not every smile is sugar,some are salt dressed in silk,and envy—ah, envy—wears perfume to mask its scent. Friends clap loudest … More

We danced at the eve of the Taj Mahal—a place where marble remembers devotion,where every curve and arch is a … More

Love under the Eiffel Tower,in the place where your palms held mebeneath the stars of life. You dazzled me in … More

I planted my vision in silence,not because I was afraid,but because the soil of stillnessis richer than applause. No trumpets, … More