These poems were written between 2022 & today. From the depths of a stem cell transplant to the heights of recovery. They are for the dissidents, the survivors, & anyone who has had to burn their old life down to find the truth. No scripts. No filters.

Just the words that kept me alive. 🦋

I Hate It Here, inspired by Taylor’s song from TTPD. ✒️ That era was during my post-transplant recovery in Omaha.

Fiji Dreams. ASK. BELIEVE. RECEIVE. 🌙🏝

Pills, Pills, Pills, was inspired by years of forcing down pills. I was a cog in Big Pharma’s machine. At one point taking 28 pills A DAY! 😳 💊

The hardest part of the battle wasn’t the hardware or the PICC lines. It was the wait. In the quiet of that room, I had to learn how to travel back to the river in my mind just to survive the static. If you’re in your own ‘dry-dock’ right now, this is for you. The wake is coming back. 🌊🕊​

The Wake & the Wait — a piece of my heart for anyone currently anchored in a season they didn’t choose. 🤍⚓️

A Heart, I wrote this poem during a poetry unit, in Ms. Amos’ 6th grade class. 💕

Dooming Death, imagining death is a daily occurrence when you’re on the edge of eternity. ✨️ I would definitely haunt people. 👻

Bravo, cheers to a top notch distraction during some of my darkest days. I even introduced Gaga (my mom/caretaker) to RHONJ & RHOBH, iconic! 🥂💎🌹

The Comedy of Cancer, laughter is the best medicine. Even in my darkest days, I would joke about “cancer perks” – from having Big Daddy push me everywhere 🦽 to getting out of doing laundry for MONTHS (shoutout to Gaga). I tried making light of a dark situation, even referring to that time as my ‘egg-head/moon-face era.’ 🥚🌕