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TL *Humaning the Best She Can*
is 21% done
She couldn’t breathe
while
dressed in a raven’s
corpse,
choking on feathers a she reached down her
own
throat to open passageways,
She ate a rock thinking
it was a pearl, a paperweight
made of guilt and
remorse.
This is the way it ends,
she thought, a small gulp
disguised as a breath,
the tiniest of sounds
from her open mouth
mistaken for a life birthed
of paper beaks, tiny bones
wrapped in skin
— Sep 22, 2026 07:46PM
while
dressed in a raven’s
corpse,
choking on feathers a she reached down her
own
throat to open passageways,
She ate a rock thinking
it was a pearl, a paperweight
made of guilt and
remorse.
This is the way it ends,
she thought, a small gulp
disguised as a breath,
the tiniest of sounds
from her open mouth
mistaken for a life birthed
of paper beaks, tiny bones
wrapped in skin
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TL *Humaning the Best She Can*
is 93% done
Quiet Relief
I could live forever in
landscapes
that speak to me of
permanence,
of how we are but temporary
creatures in this breathing
globe:
I am small in my oneness,
and in that thought, I find
relief.
— Oct 04, 2026 04:45PM
I could live forever in
landscapes
that speak to me of
permanence,
of how we are but temporary
creatures in this breathing
globe:
I am small in my oneness,
and in that thought, I find
relief.
TL *Humaning the Best She Can*
is 87% done
Hope
I can hear hands unclasping
in the night, the broken sigh
of prayers carrying on like
birds, sharp calls saying, "I'm here,
I'm here."
— Oct 04, 2026 04:06AM
I can hear hands unclasping
in the night, the broken sigh
of prayers carrying on like
birds, sharp calls saying, "I'm here,
I'm here."
TL *Humaning the Best She Can*
is 80% done
No Matter the Darkness
We are—
emblazoned in star dust,
boundless in the cosmos,
interminable beyond this life.
We are—
affixing our truth and
discovering meaning in
another’s limitless scribe.
We are—
everlasting star stuff,
fires of strength and light,
the spark which illuminates
no matter the darkness.
We are.
— Oct 03, 2026 07:29PM
We are—
emblazoned in star dust,
boundless in the cosmos,
interminable beyond this life.
We are—
affixing our truth and
discovering meaning in
another’s limitless scribe.
We are—
everlasting star stuff,
fires of strength and light,
the spark which illuminates
no matter the darkness.
We are.
TL *Humaning the Best She Can*
is 79% done
Try Again
funny, no matter how many
times
I have felt myself slip
(heart gone, brain gone, feeling
gone),
my eyes have closed,
and despite the end, have
opened
again to see a new morning
with this new life
cupped in my hands.
— Oct 03, 2026 05:38AM
funny, no matter how many
times
I have felt myself slip
(heart gone, brain gone, feeling
gone),
my eyes have closed,
and despite the end, have
opened
again to see a new morning
with this new life
cupped in my hands.
TL *Humaning the Best She Can*
is 78% done
Origin
That ache with no origin
is felt while the earth strains,
needing to rest but forgetting
how.
We have stolen her memory
of peace
yet forever condemn her to be
the laborer.
We think ourselves gods
deserving of
immortality but do
nothing to outlast our own
damnation.
— Oct 03, 2026 05:12AM
That ache with no origin
is felt while the earth strains,
needing to rest but forgetting
how.
We have stolen her memory
of peace
yet forever condemn her to be
the laborer.
We think ourselves gods
deserving of
immortality but do
nothing to outlast our own
damnation.
TL *Humaning the Best She Can*
is 65% done
It is unfair to have to rely on
something as fragile
as memory to contain us.
— Oct 01, 2026 07:26AM
something as fragile
as memory to contain us.
TL *Humaning the Best She Can*
is 64% done
Stargazing
I can gaze upward in the night
to find all the misunderstood
creatures
who have become etched into
the sky
as the constellations that we
seek, point at, and name.
They have spent lifetimes
casting their grief down
to our sights and yet all we
know them for is their light.
Their stories burn with
heartache
while we use their burdened
past to guide us home.
— Oct 01, 2026 07:20AM
I can gaze upward in the night
to find all the misunderstood
creatures
who have become etched into
the sky
as the constellations that we
seek, point at, and name.
They have spent lifetimes
casting their grief down
to our sights and yet all we
know them for is their light.
Their stories burn with
heartache
while we use their burdened
past to guide us home.
TL *Humaning the Best She Can*
is 62% done
Nature Walks
Picture it:
a camouflaged moth
resting on a concrete wall.
I ask if she feels safe.
Her brown and tan wings
a stark reply to the white
surroundings.
When is the last time
someone asked her that?
The moth twitches.
She is not where she should
be,
(or) she is not blending in,
which says more about
us as neighbors than it does
about her ability to hide
in the plainest of sights.
— Oct 01, 2026 12:31AM
Picture it:
a camouflaged moth
resting on a concrete wall.
I ask if she feels safe.
Her brown and tan wings
a stark reply to the white
surroundings.
When is the last time
someone asked her that?
The moth twitches.
She is not where she should
be,
(or) she is not blending in,
which says more about
us as neighbors than it does
about her ability to hide
in the plainest of sights.
TL *Humaning the Best She Can*
is 60% done
Natural Pep Talk
we stood in awe of the fireflies
as they synchronized
around us,
constellations playing between
the trees and mirroring
the sky above,
a language made by nature,
a dark canvas
penetrated solely by their light,
reminding us there is such a
thing as magic,
bringing a piece of
otherworldliness
to our
needy,
tired
fingertips.
— Sep 30, 2026 06:23PM
we stood in awe of the fireflies
as they synchronized
around us,
constellations playing between
the trees and mirroring
the sky above,
a language made by nature,
a dark canvas
penetrated solely by their light,
reminding us there is such a
thing as magic,
bringing a piece of
otherworldliness
to our
needy,
tired
fingertips.
TL *Humaning the Best She Can*
is 58% done
Take a Walk
Thoreau said he came out
of
the woods larger than the
trees,
but I emerged as them—
roots threading down
through
where my ribs had been,
bark settling slow over
the soft parts I used to
guard.
I did not conquer the
quiet.
I let it grow me instead,
ring by ring, season
folding into season,
until stillness was not
something I visited,
but something I was made
of.
— Sep 29, 2026 05:21PM
Thoreau said he came out
of
the woods larger than the
trees,
but I emerged as them—
roots threading down
through
where my ribs had been,
bark settling slow over
the soft parts I used to
guard.
I did not conquer the
quiet.
I let it grow me instead,
ring by ring, season
folding into season,
until stillness was not
something I visited,
but something I was made
of.