Writing from observation, speculation, introspection and human connection.
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Love has become a platform. We don’t just fall into it anymore. We launch it, we debut it, we document it. It holds space not only between two people,
By Latisha Jeanabout 15 hours ago in Poets
The sky rains light so dawn is found. Each drop, a promise, a cycle bound. - The shorelines break so rivers run, entwined beneath
By Latisha Jean12 days ago in Poets
A gap cuts through my smile as I spring onto my parents’ bed. A coin presses warm in my palm, holding proof of tiny magic.
By Latisha Jean20 days ago in Poets
It's never asked all too seriously. Just a question, passing by. - What do you do for fun? I say I like to write. - What do you write about?
By Latisha Jean23 days ago in Poets
I refuse to change who I am. It took me a long time to understand what that really means. When I say I won’t change, I don’t mean I won’t make room for love.
By Latisha Jeanabout a month ago in Poets
When you look into my eyes, do you see your reflection? When you stare at a mirror, is it man-made perception? Have you felt sorrow not for yourself?
Have you heard of the game chameleon? I fear I play it far too well. Skilled to pretend i’m something i’m not. I am
By Latisha Jean2 months ago in Poets
This morning I woke up, And I did just simply that. The sun was bright, the air was warm, So I put on my hat. - I walked out to the garden,
quiet morning air, small dreams curled into soft fur, velvet warmth and purrs.
You carried a soul beneath your heart, A little life too soon to start. - Though earth could not become their home, Their spirit never drifts alone.
When I turned seventeen I thought I knew it all. I danced, I laughed, I knew my truths, I stood up firm and tall. - But when I reached nineteen, I learnt I didn’t know so much,
Attention, all citizens - remain alert, remain sure. We’re in the midst of a devastating, ongoing, silent war. In this conflict of networks, signals and blue-light glare,
