Finding a part of myself on my hedge // I am a Beacon.
I used to ride my bike in the dusty, hot high desert plains on the edge of the terraformed city
Sensing into the Mystery of Disavowal
The moon comes,
The moon goes.
The tides come.
The tides go.
The seasons come.
The seasons go.
Here I
On the Verge of Bloom
I was walking Winston down the block and listening to my friend Hannah’s weekly divination (I am a part
Won't you come to my secret garden?
On creating space to be a caretaker
The Return of Farmer Jim
chronicles of exiting hibernation
I Don't Have Many Friends Anymore
“Now, let me ask you this: have you thought about driving across the country?” He asked me after I told
"He's gone, and nothing's gonna bring him back."
Notes on hyper-expressivity, romanticism, and blazer idiots
Think of Death as a Friend
Most everything bit of wisdom I hold has come from death. It’s a morbid thing to say in our