"GRASS ON THE SELF" A collection of prose poetry. These poems wander the inner landscapes we carry, especially women's worlds, where our hands keep building what our hearts might later tear down. They give voice to the fertile darkness we nurture in secret and the walls we press against until our shoulders bruise. Between hope's fragile light and despair's heavy breath, between love that holds and isolation that gnaws, these poems ask: Can the self grow grass in its own cracked soil?
Can it green itself alive? This is poetry of contradictions: of intellectual fire and sensory hunger, of the ground we stand on and the shadows we feed. For every woman who's planted dreams in barren places. For anyone who's felt their own spirit grow wild between the cracks of expectation.
