rewilding in the #uspol
maybe i've gone feral again slinking around back for sustenance leaving my seat at the table maybe i never found a way in polite conversation what counts is...
unfinished
i viewed art, and it impacted me in unexpected ways. again.
of hearts and flowers
the meat heart speaks for itself: earnest, wet, essential. the dream heart? that tree, blocking the river's path. damming its fierce flow. the broken-heart...
coordinates / notes on wayfinding
it's not just lying out on the surface. to find the treasure map, you have to look underneath. start with a replenishing snack, lovingly plated. pour a cup...
myself is the best story i have. and also the story i don't want to write.
this is a make or break moment, friends. i'm standing on the high dive looking down at the surface of the water, not sure if i can jump. what looked like a...
without introduction
i'm dancing with grief this week. at end of april, my aunt died suddenly and unexpectedly. she was my father's sister and a fixture in my life.