So this week, cleanse what needs cleansing.

Even the peach tree
knows what it means
to search for shade
and love

Where dreams become language, and the ancestors remember us home.

You are allowed to be loving without being endlessly available.

A sovereign kind of beauty.
A tenacious grace

I am the season.

These books are for the woman rebuilding her voice.

The older I become, the more I trust the love that feels like peace.

I am entering July in jubilee.

I have learned to be scrupulous with my energy.

I protect my pleasure.
I protect my power.
I protect my pockets.

Greetings, Sekhmet,
lioness flame,
incandescent, formidable, holy.

I gave it to the warmth
on my skin,
to the sunflower lifting
her radiant face—-

The ones who dress envy in academic language and call it feedback.

There is something inviolable inside of you that must be protected.

As I enter June, I am entering with love, but not a love that forgets itself.

That is the awakening.

Let love come.
Let it be generous.

At poetic nights at sea,
the ocean became a cathedral around her.