the nightmare I wake into
and what I know to be true
before I was so aware of time
and the attention we choose to give
writing to find normalcy
& the rearranging of space so more room can be made for what's most important right now
small containers for big emotions
prose, day two: swallowed up (pulled from October’s writing experiment) I'm beginning here, with the fire in the stove still crackling and the wispy fog...
31 days of prose: a writing experiment
graphic of my writing life, non-linear and likely incomplete Hello - Upon stretching and reaching for my slippers, I was greeted by the gentle pat pat pat of...
the summer blues, vampires, and a 31 day writing experiment
to be myself more often than I am not
out of the habit
upon arrival back home When I don’t reach for the stack of poetry books that I’ve thoughtfully placed on the dining room table with the hope that I’ll feel...
the day's progress
somewhere out east with Kona, on 35mm film I wrote this a few weeks ago and while I considered scrapping it and starting over because I feel differently now...
the part of me I don’t want to be kind to
somewhere out east on 35mm film Hello — I’m so happy to be here writing this to you, and to be writing more in general. For now, my goal is to write one...
freshly squeezed is soon to have a new home, here's why
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a home for creating
the process vs. the end result
because you taught us how to be
talk soon, bug
small red tomatoes on a green vine
potent and unruly and everything all at once
five rosebushes
two narrators
I have a cruel mind
and sooner or later, someone is going to find out that I am a bad person
tiny fiction №4: her former-student
because you’ve always needed me more than I’ve needed you
I still care what you think
anger and how many things can be true at once and also not make any sense at all
thought digest №2: indulgent
If I were the romantic-type, fated ruin, and other matters of the heart
one foot in another world
something both real and made up
tiny fiction №3: big sister
to the not knowing and the hope that comes with it