On Poetry
Writing a poem is, honestly, often about vibes. No, really. How a poem makes a reader feel is the most important thing—although, exactly what those feelings...
Plans, Quirks, and Self-Work
I’m a person who loves plans, for a lot of reasons. For one things, it’s a security thing—I like to look at where I’m going, how I’ll get there, when I...
August Is Always Full of Ache
I lost someone close to me, this week. It was not unexpected, but impending grief does not eradicate that grief. Knowing about it beforehand—like the sword...
On the Subject of Sadness and Sweetness
Yesterday was the anniversary of the day my mom died. I hate—hate—using the word anniversary. Because those are supposed to be happy things. But there isn’t...
We Are All Stories, Too
Recently, I was talking to a friend about the things that hold us back, the ghosts from another life. The secrets laced into memory, the things we carry but...
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[KERMIT FLAIL] Who Wants a Poetry Collection?
Wellllll, I’ve got cool news! July 2026, I have a poetry collection coming out with CLASH Books! To say that I am hyped is an understand. I am a human Kermit...
I Will Keep It Safe
Yesterday, Andrea Gibson died. They were nothing short of brilliant—both as a poet and a person. And while I didn’t know them personally, their poetry has...
All I Know of Grief and Love
The heart circles back. It always does. Sometimes, slowly and sometimes not. But it does not stay rooted to one place, not really. Put like that, you could...
A Bird, a Plane, No--
Whew, boy. The everything sure is a lot, lately, innit? Sometimes, I pull cards, and the cards are like, “Baby, I know.” The vibe of the universe is...
The Heavy Things We Do Not Speak Of
Unsaid words can sometimes sit like stones, not in the stomach, but the heart. An unseen anvil that rattles with every breath. The other day, something small...
Plot Twists and Expectations
It’s easy to hold on to things too tightly because of feelings, be it deep love or fear. The natural inclination to hold tight to what has meaning to us—to...
Good Enough
Lately, everything feels like an indrawn breath. Things are poised. Moments are held. There is something just around the corner. Lately, it feels like...
Of Little Gestures and Lifeboats
Sometimes, lately, I’ve found myself frozen. There are things I should be doing—emails to send, messages to fling into the universe. Decisions and ordinary...
On Kindness
I, a person famously bad at asking for things, have had to ask people for things this week. And it has gone well. Like, I feel very lucky and grateful in a...
This Is Your Reminder to Breathe
I spent part of the morning reading over some old text messages I hadn’t looked at in years. It was an effort to explain myself to myself in a way that...
Small Joys and Good People
It’s been a weird week. Couple of weeks? Whatever. The weird is real. Today, it’s raining for what feels like the millionth day in a row. It’s the kind of...
Not Your Train Wreck*
The other day, I found out—entirely by accident—that someone who once meant a lot to me almost died. We don’t talk anymore for lots of reasons, and it’s one...
The living bird is not its labeled bones*
The truth, sometimes, is an interesting creature. You can arrange everything precisely. You can craft the story you want. You can find the correct words. You...
New York and Other Things
Last weekend, I had a truly magical time in NYC. I spent a few days with a dear friend, delightfully toddling after her cats, chatting over coffee, walking...
Sometimes, the Missing Gets Louder
I have had a lot of good news lately. Some I’ve shared. Some I haven’t yet. This morning, on the treadmill at unholy o’clock in the morning, I found out that...