on the ways in which our bodies remember past traumas and find expression
sometimes in january
-the elusive healing power of vitamin d
I was waiting for the sun they said it would heal they wrote it on prescription pads over and over again so i dreamt of the sun, i, a cynic prayed for the light i wrote many poems hoping to coax her out of her hiding when like a queen striding out to meet her... Continue Reading →
Choosing Single
an essay and some poetry on love, self-love and singlehood
amidst the smoke, drums and fire- heal, I plead.
prose and verse on intergenerational trauma and healing
mamello.art 