
Rain and Summer
To the Anniversary. July This is an art poem A poem about art As all poems actually are August Love … Continue Reading Rain and Summer
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To the Anniversary. July This is an art poem A poem about art As all poems actually are August Love … Continue Reading Rain and Summer
To the downpour April When it rains in April, it comes down hard and fast and fills everything up like … Continue Reading Summer and Rain
To the end of winter. January. Into the fire. Some people get really sad and anxious about turning 30. There is … Continue Reading Winter and Summer
Hello reader, I wanted to say a big thank you to every single person who has ever read anything I … Continue Reading Something Different
"In the thundering around me,
the words call me home"
Naliaka.O
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Dear December, I’m not very good at saying goodbye. I tend to over utilize distraction or denial to process everything. … Continue Reading December
Here are 30 things I did in my 30th year: 1.I spent time with family 2. I laughed a lot … Continue Reading 30
Dear November, You saved me. Or rather, you helped me save myself. I spent the year marking time as it … Continue Reading November
Dear October, A word about politics. Imagine there were four people, each with unique muscle stiffness in their necks. One’s … Continue Reading October
Dear September, So if July and August were about holding on to what is most precious in my life, I … Continue Reading September
Dear August, The spotlight of clarity. I am not sure why I remember at the end of the summer, what … Continue Reading August
Dear July, I began this year with your friend January, and January’s good friends Hope, Joy and Anticipation. Joy does … Continue Reading July
Dear June, How wrapped up in my nostalgia you are. Layered with my childhood summer holidays, I have only to … Continue Reading June
Dear May, I hope you would indulge me by sharing this letter with one other person. Really the only person … Continue Reading May
Dear April, This is my understanding of hands. They hold and contain only when they are cupped. Fully extended, they … Continue Reading April
I have a friend called D. Well, not really a friend, more like a persistent acquaintance who has popped in … Continue Reading D