We found a nest of baby birds, mouths wide with need
Their cries reminded me of hunger I had forgotten
Vulnerability is everywhere, if we listen

My process is messy — my results are meaningful.

You made silence speak. This belongs in a museum.

It’s like the earth is speaking through you. The wild deserves more voices like yours.

Let the forest speak through you like this always. Poetry disguised as an Instagram caption.

What you just described feels like memory itself. How are you not world famous yet?