I walked into the room of memory—where old men sit on the throne,With eyes like contractsand hands that barterflesh for … More

They said,“Tone it down—you’re too much.”I said,“Then maybe I’m not for little spoons.” They mistook my hips for a thesis,my … More

It begins not with touch,but with presence—the kind that entersa room like a whispered vow. Not to conquer,but to witness.Not … More

The Universe is petty.Let’s be clear.It doesn’t knock gently on the doorof your peaceand politely inquireif you’ve “grown.” No, no.It … More

After a long walk on the beach,two bottles of white wine,and a tide that knew my name—I finally said it … More

I lit the candle for me, darling—not to set the mood for your ego.This is a one-woman show,and the spotlight? … More

I rise when the sun says it’s time—Not a moment sooner.My alarm is the ocean’s hum,Not some digital intruder. I … More

Wearing plum like I invented the color—shoulders soft, neckline sharp, legs crossed like no other.Satin hugs hips like the universe … More

I woke up this morning,steeped a cup of rosemary and rebellion,did a pelvic roll that summoned Damballa,and whispered,“Well damn… the … More