February 28, 2023
Right now I don’t know what I want: it moves, it changes. As a teenager, when I wrote to myself it was always in second person. I thought of it like that: writing to myself as if writing a letter. ...
February 27, 2023
These poems come from my back pocket.*In the interest of maintaining the formatting of the poems they are linked here as a viewable pdf and visible below as an image.
February 26, 2023
The last dream I had about working at the coffee shop, I met one of my coworkers in a park that never existed. It was behind the Safeway up the street from our work. We talked a bit about how our lives ...
February 20, 2023
What makes us feel the need to change forms?I meet up for coffee with a friend who says she’s leaning towards photography these days. She says it allows her to be a technician. That makes sense to me. ...
February 18, 2023
show and tell – a catalogue of the small animals that live in my house
**This is the result of an exercise I did this week. The exercise was to find objects around the house and write about them. It's a good one for when my brain is moving slow, which it has been. In looking ...
February 02, 2023
A couple weeks back, V turned over in bed and asked me when she’d find her purpose. A day later my sibling, S, called me up and asked the exact same thing. “When will I find my purpose?” I didn’t ...