Poems
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Already written
We do not choose the turns a life takes before we arrive, only how we meet it with posture, attention, and care.
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Out of my hands
We release poems like living creatures, never knowing who they will touch deeply, or who they will undo completely
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I wish I could tell you
A poem about caring for someone whose mornings, moods, and nervous system move differently from your own, and learning that real care often means slowing down, listening, and offering presence without pressure.
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Full Swing
This piece reflects on the slow, fragile work of expressive aphasia—rebuilding language one hesitant word at a time.