Icelandic fissures and the absence of light. 

I thought about how Yoko's had to live without John for so long 

and my heart hurt trying to wrap itself around losing a great love. 

Everything would be according to an Icelandic fissure that separated 

before 

     and 

after. 

Before: 

the rustling of legs between soft cotton sheets, 

the breathes between pauses, 

between 

I'm sorry(s),

I love you(s),

and

why(s)? 

the smell of clean linen, faint body odor, your hair 

After: 

the absence of light 

A wild-hearted California native and natural creative, Keshiia is a writer, a storyteller, and a connector of people. She began, atypically, collecting stories of human interaction, vulnerability, culture and empathy as a critical care and emergency room RN. Today, she is the COO of Bridget, an empowerment platform that provides confidence and communication coaching to teen girls in the LA area.

Keshiia is currently working on an anthology of stories and poetry based on her experiences working closely with people, as well as her experience growing up in a dynamic, mixed-race, first-generation, functionally dysfunctional family.

She seeks to create written pieces which emote the specificity and deep connection felt through shared traumas, big and small. She seeks to provide an honest window into her experience with humanity.