News — freedom

Writing - “Shape of Home” - 2018 - Poetry

being mother being woman black poet feminism feminist freedom motherhood poem poet poetry

Writing - “Shape of Home” - 2018 - Poetry

If I’m shaped by all my experiences, then why am I left feeling hollow? “Make space, make space!” They say. There’s more of them to home. Aren’t you lucky that I’m open? Open to receive and give and give.   Why am I the space you occupy? Why am I the space to gather round, To sing your war songs, your silent cries. While I- Constantly swallow the gratitude of being the space you call home.   Yet all I want to feel is home again To feel like I belong in my skin, again. In this mind, and soul,...

Read more →


“Trusting” - 17.10.2020 - Writing

artist feeling out loud feelings feminism freedom mental health poetry portrait story of my life writing out loud

“Trusting” - 17.10.2020 - Writing

Trust.I'm trusting the yearning to be in this skin.I'm trusting the call to be present in the body.This body is a gift to be unwrappedA body of experiencesA body of sensationsA body of memoriesOf painOf angerOf beauty Of beyond More than a body.More than the story about the body.Maybe I'm just the keeperOf this scared space.The observer within this holy place.A conduit for me to begin again.So-Maybe it isn't just a body. Maybe it's a wayMaybe it's a bridge to the other side.Even if it is not.Even if there was no other side.I want to feel safe in the skin...

Read more →


“I cannot Be” 2020 Poem by Yvette Hess

artist being woman feelings feminism freedom lockdown mental health poetry portrait reflecting spirituality story of my life writing out loud

“I cannot Be” 2020 Poem by Yvette Hess

“Mimicking Me” 2020. I like the way the belt, coincides with the edge of the grass line... mirroring the edge, that halfway mark, the constriction at my waist. I split there, the top in pose, trying to tame the wild hair. The bottom finding footing , for what? For grounding?For purpose?Who knows.I lost. I lose still. I lose myself in the storm that is me. Death is so final, and part of me weeps. But the absent is what really gets me at the knees. Absence never makes my heart grow fonder: It weeps while it seeks-A place to fillGentleness...

Read more →


Where have all the wanderers gone?

artist Blog corona Covid19 freedom life in lockdown lockdown nomad reflecting spirituality traveler traveling artist

Where have all the wanderers gone?

I reflect on the letting go of what I once defined as true freedom - in traveling, in being away from home and what new freedoms I have discovered in being a wanderer of the world inside.

Read more →