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🎉 ANNOUNCEMENT, if you are in NYC on August 14th 🎉

MIXED FEELINGS, owned by Condé Nast, is launching its very first print issue, and one of my poems is in it! The title of the poem is Serene’s Siren. It is one of the most unique and fantastical pieces I’ve ever written.

They are having a launch party, and if you want the RSVP details, just message me directly, and pick up a copy for me too!

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🐚 ALREADY FOUND 🐚

It was a seashell lined doorway,

And I swear some shells were human bones

As the spooky scene unfolded before my eyes.

To my surprise, the witch-doctor was

Not old and miserly, but wide-eyed, beautiful,

And utterly captivating, with sage surrounding her.

She sat on a square, burgundy-red woven cushion

As she summoned me to look up through the hole

And into the deep, dark sky as the candle light danced beside us.

“Are you still looking for what you already found?”

I could not answer. I did not understand – Perhaps, a coward.

“Are you still looking for what you already found?”

I thought hard, yet felt an emptiness in my chest, my heart,

My hands, and all around. I looked at her and then to the ground.

She frowned. “I promise, everything you need is just below the clouds. . .”

“Below the clouds? But. . .here we are. And I am far, far

Away from home.” I looked around the smoked-filled room, consumed.

“And you are not alone. I see your ancestors with broad shoulders

And big hearts. They picked from the root and planted trees

Wide and far. . . Yes. . . wide and far.” Tomorrow, when you wake,

You will find an emerald snake wrapped around your neck.

Do not fret. It is a divine sign.” Her words sent shivers down my spine.

I started crying. I hoped she was lying. “My dear, You are fine.

Your time to lie with the lions, to reign, to shine, starts

When the tide reaches the hills and you feel the weight of the fog

As a bluejay lands on the log to the East. At that moment, set off

To the grand feast at the Master’s Castle. There you will find the key,

The answer, and the magic thistle to unlock the wisdom you need.

You see, you are on a path of destiny. And your wariness, your openness,

And your curiosity are just the ingredients to bring you happiness.”

With a snap, I awoke in my bed. Gasping for air, a snake around my neck

Vanished into thin air! Whispering a prayer, I opened my eyes, and the lace curtains,

To a fog-filled day, and in that moment, I was certain. Yes. I was certain.