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I’m incredibly humbled and excited to present my soul in writing form. Ruminative words, my first poetry collection Description:Are you on a path of progression, but you’re having difficulty letting go of the past or facing the unknowns of the…
5 Reasons to Get into Poetry It is the perfect time to reflect, set intentions, and embrace inspiration—and what better way to do that than through poetry? Here’s why diving into poetry this year can transform your perspective and spark…
In a world filled with countless books, few possess the power to truly change a reader’s life. Haitian Views Through the Glass House by Fritzinie Lavoile is one such collection. With a masterful blend of poetry and prose, this work…
Breaking the Reading Slump: How The Feast of Love Rekindled My Love for Stories Reading slumps are the worst. As someone who loves books, it’s frustrating when nothing seems to stick—when you open a book, read a few pages, and…
As we dive into a brand-new year, there’s a sense of hope, excitement, and determination in the air. It’s the perfect time to set big goals, take bold steps, and work toward the dreams we’ve been nurturing. For me, 2025…
We often talk about heartbreak from relationshipsWhat about the heartbreak caused by a dear friendIf you ask me, that causes deeper trauma.With a romantic partner you almost expect it to end one way or another But we never seem to…
Poetry, Prose, and Art My debut collection, Ruminative Words, is more than just a book of poems. It’s a deeply personal journey that explores the complexities of identity, trauma, healing, and growth. Across 135 pages, I’ve woven together poetry, prose,…
I don’t know the Haiti that you’ve all heard aboutSo allow me to introduce you to The Haiti that’s not on the news or your social media feedsThe Haiti that’s not trailing behind every charity eventI don’t think you’ve heard…
The Power of Ruminative Words Searching for a book that goes beyond the surface and speaks directly to your soul? Ruminative Words will transform your life. This isn’t just another poetry collection—it resonates with universal human experiences. It offers you…
The Artist’s Dilemma: Falling Out of Love with Your Work As artists, it’s not uncommon to fall out of love with our work. We can lose passion for the creative process, feel detached from our writing, and even become critical…
Faint But there EchoesNot quite clearWhat could it be?whispers from the trees from the branches to the leavesor humming from the ground hard to feelbut stilla soft glowing peaceas if the frogs were trying to sing along to a sound…
I recall the days when my grandma would come visit me in Haiti.We would sit beneath the hot sunwhere the gentle breezes blew.I would mold her silver hair with wrists that would twist,and fingers that’d weave cornrows like fine art.Her…
I remember when my background was just that Something that I would keep in the background Rushing to bury the foreign that flew off my tongue So they would not recognize that I was not of this land Praying my…
Well hidden in our complexionIs a treasure to beholdSecrets that will take you out of this dimensionBlack as the soil that sustainsGentle as droplets of rainSkin that continues to glow even when the sun has reached its highest pointMoisturized and…
We are all addicted to something that can ruin us. Temporary pleasures that still cannot make us whole. One more bite One more sip One more pull One more trip One more kiss One more time Just one last time…
Cold wind strikes my skin. Each gust hits me like sharp shards of glass. It attacks every inch of me. Cuts down to the bone and deep into my core. I fall numb to the pain as shivers turn me…
What happens when the only thread two people share is their child?Regret simmers in the pot they use to brew resentment.Friction ignites a series of insults.That tension taints the word family.That child becomes a buffer, caught in the crossfire.Her innocence…
When I first started writing, I struggled with distinguishing between poetry and prose. I would pour my thoughts onto the page, add some wordplay, and then format it into verse, believing that alone transformed it into poetry. But that’s not…
I do not have to go searching far for strong women. I do not have to even look beyond my doorsteps to know the comfort of unconditional loveof women who did not carry me but taught me to understand the…
May our love be like the branches on a tree… which not even the strongest of winds could break. May our love rise above obstacles… that block its path towards the light. May our love stretch its every inch as…
See my color and see my struggle. Do not be blind to my troubles. See my hair and learn the roots from which they grew. See my breast and prize the milk that flows through. See my body and foster…
I have always imagined what it would be like to go camping, To spark up a fire and make up horror stories, To fall asleep amongst the stars, To be one with the dark blue sky. I have always imagined…
Where did she go? The girl with the smile whose length could run for miles. How deep did she go? How many layers of myself would I have to peel, to feel her skin? The girl who looked at life…
If memories could be turned into letters,they would read like music is heard in the ears and magic is felt through the air.The details are not what are remembered, but the vibrations that unearth emotions.Similarly to growing in age, all…
This rip in my spirit has been expanding for quite some time.I’m not sure how or when it started, but it’s getting harder and harder to hide. How do I prune to this garden filled with bruises and cut stems.…
It’s been an incredible journey sharing my second poetry collection, Haitian Views Through the Glass House, with you all. Your support, feedback, and love have meant the world to me. 🌍💖 This book is a reflection of my love for…
Rippling through my clothes, I feel the cold wind,Swimming on my skin creating its own rhythm.As if my body belong to it, it takes charge directing it.I gave myself willingly, as I fell Deeper, I felt every note strumming chords…
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Even when my consciousness did not pick up on it Subconsciously I knew something wasn’t right.You see, sleep is my form of intimacy.If I could sleep next to you, that meant my soul trusted you.If I could sleep next to…
Celebrating the second year of Ruminative Words!! Thank you for taking such good care of my soul in writing form <3 It has been truly surreal couple of years and I’m so so grateful for those of you who continue…
I am tired of making others feelings a priorityI choose meI choose my mental health.I choose to be selfish with my spirit. I will not belittle my emotions to make space for your comfort.Be uncomfortable for making me uncomfortable.For all…
The power that I gave to you over me was never rightHow can I say I am a victim when I let it happenWhen I smiled and comforted you afterWhen I should’ve been yelling and running away from you I…
You play sounds out of methat I never knew could be composed.I’ve always felt like a broken pianoOr a violin with the wrong strings.It turns out that I was mistaken. I was never meant to be mundane or subdued.Only a…
Thoughts of you come together effortlessly I close my eyes and your Shadow invites itself in my mindWhen the light touch of your hand glazes my bodyOh so gracefully I sink into fantasiesThat won’t let me go following me Urging…
Everything happens for a reason. Every situation unfolds information. Every friendship reveals transformations. You are exactly where you are meant to be. You are the author of your own story. Yes, it was not your choice to begin this story.…
I am sitting on the grass pressing my body against the tree. Begging her to take me in. Begging her to harden my skin. But she refuses. She says: “Your skin is as tough as my trunk. It protects you…
The older I get The more apparent it becomes how adults are still like children looking for someone to love them. Contrary to popular wisdom, that need does not change with age.
Today I did something. I spent the day in bed. I’m not sure why, I was telling my body to get up but it wasn’t listening. I was telling it that I don’t want to waste so much of my…
She writes of him as though honey drools off her quill.A flavor awakening her deepest desires.He paints of her using the blood of his essence.It drips from his body.It exits out of every pore.They are both each other’s muse.One a…
What seemed to me like diamondswere only droplets of water reflecting light from the sun
I press my eyes begging for tomorrow to come.The night insists on being a little longer teaching me the importance of longing.Of being patient.
We are two cracked souls patiently counting the days until they shatter.It’s our subconscious pulling us close, stacking all our bombs together in hopes of creating a greater explosion.The kind where shards of us continue to falllong after we are…
The last few days were so long.I did not know yet what was to come but I could feel it.The brightness of the world shined a little brighter.It was as though nature had a premonition of my departure.So the flowers…
If you stay silent enough you can hear the earth screaming at us to ease up on it. Explore My Poetry CollectionWhile you’re here, why not take a closer look at my poetry collection? For more updates, behind-the-scenes content, and…
Take me on a trip to the darkest corners of your mind I’ll show you that yours is heaven compared to mine. Tell me the things you never dared to say aloud. Show me the things of which you are…
I am made of two shades of life. Obsessed with the coldness of rain yet still yearning for warmth from sunlight. Taught to camouflage the ugly and amplify the beauty. Block out the dark and embrace the light. Even my…
Like a fingerprint, each is uniquely made. Specially crafted, there are no two alike. Much like you and I, attentively hand designed. Drifting down from the Heavens to Earth. Time slows to capture the beauty and worth. The innocent joy…
I walked in the room, my hands trying to balance my chest and my necklace calming myself, not really knowing what to expect. The first time I found myself in such a situation, entering a room with a lifeless body,…
The crack in the ceiling opened up, a piece of wall or paint dropped down. I looked up because of a sound I heard. One to two seconds, was all it took for that piece from the ceiling to drop…
Introduction: In the realm of poetry, words alone have the power to stir emotions and paint vivid landscapes within the reader’s mind. However, there exists a captivating synergy when poetry intertwines with illustrations, taking readers on an immersive journey like…
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