“I cannot plan tomorrow” is a meditation on the visceral, shifting reality of living within a body that is being redefined.


“I cannot plan tomorrow” is a meditation on the visceral, shifting reality of living within a body that is being redefined.

A centered poem about the briefness of health and the terrible consciousness of running out of time. Its narrowing shape evokes breath itself, turning illness, grief, and mortality into something visual and bodily.

This poem explores memory, grief, and the tenderness of what we leave behind. Centered on the image of a stuffed bunny, it moves through abandonment, regret, and the fragile pull between holding on and walking away.

In this powerful piece, a woman reflects on the finality of waiting and the bittersweet freedom that follows. Paired with a stark black-and-white image of solitude and resilience, this meditation captures the quiet courage it takes to close old doors and step into an unwritten future.

Erasure Poetry These erasure poems are created from Mary Oliver's original works: 'The Moths,' 'Spring,' and 'Hearing of Your Illness' from Three Poems for James Wright. The words and format are my artistic interpretations inspired by her poetry. Erasure poetry allows...
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