“Great Storytellers Break Spells.”
Thoughts on Writing Ourselves into Imagined Futures
The Words Are Coming Through Me
Notes on Community Authorship
I Bloomed Right There on the Hedge
These past few weeks have been such a maelstrom of change for me. Not in a super intense way like
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