of 2022

I am somewhat tired of writing reviews. Reviews force some sort of introspection. One that I don’t seem to be

the emasculation of patriarchy.

Here’s what we mean when we say “men cry too”…

one talking stage down, a million to go.

to be or not to be? what’s the fuss about talking stages?

grief poems are just love poems on dark mode.

“…and what is grief but love persevering?”

On learning grace.

I’m learning to extend grace to previous versions of me — warm hands to hug the person I was sometime

Don’t let go of me.

I think we all need people who don’t let go of us. Because sometimes, you don’t know what’s good for

My body is a home for you (loving you is a lesson in accommodation)

Some days, loving you is learning a new meaning of accommodation. It is figuring out, on the go, that my

loving you is (not) a miracle.

Blissful nights when you tell me that finding me is god’s gift to you. That there must be someone up

Chapter 23

A cursory glance at birthday depression and what the past year has been for me as I get older.

Lately, I’ve been too busy to write…

make time for joy because sorrow always makes time for itself

anxious attachment in 6 verses

This book I read about attachment styles says I’m an anxious lover. So, although you have only been gone for all of two seconds, I miss you with all of my being…

Cancel Cancel Culture.

We all feel justified when we get the opportunity to cancel someone whose opinions do not align with ours, but that justification is often misplaced.