For anyone carrying the stories their family could not say aloud.
Memory is a curious thing?alive, fluid, unreliable. It is carried in the body, passed through blood and water, shaped by what is remembered and what is left behind. What the Rivers Remember is a meditation on land and lineage, where rivers become archives of history long forgotten. Moving through inheritance, loss, and diaspora, these poems gather what has been scattered?names, dreams, stories?and listen for what still speaks. What emerges is an offering: a remembering shaped into music, a map made of water, a testament to how the land holds us, even after we have gone.
