Sweet Potato Haircut

and I don’t understand the budsor the blossoms. I don’t knowhow to make kombucha or friendshipbracelets. Friendship too can be so hardto maintain on some days, but mostlyit is my… Read more

3. How much caffeine in a single coffee bean?Queerhow to use colons?Vibrant synonym mochi near me. 2. Whirling Dervisheslos logrosroadrunner bird Bukowski love poemsBig Thief tour ticketsNorth Country Trail AdeleMichael… Read more

Memory asks for my attention: I am young, in skin sticking pink tights and a leotard over an adolescent body I can only imagine was once mine. I watch us… Read more

I am thinking about Bach tonight. I am swimming in sound, watching the night bloom to the tender tones of “Air on a G String” and wondering where such creative… Read more

I go for a walk at twilight, acknowledging guilt for spending most nights alone in my room by dinner time and wondering if I should be different. I hear the… Read more

My mind is a fervent, anxious machine who paces and strategizes around her many self-made dilemmas for the supposed sake of being prepared. She trembles at the notion of uncertainty,… Read more

My brother smokes cigarettes  through the thin meshed windows of his bedroom, where, adjacently, I breathe in the musty dust of melancholy boredom that  seeps through his sorry summer. I… Read more

There I saw him: tumbling off his skateboard in the distance, a cardboard box full of things spilling across the sidewalk, him bending gracefully to re-settle his items in his… Read more

Is there a way for me to write the wonders of a rainy summer’s day, the subtle way the whispers of the water sound of  softness, permission  to keep my… Read more

The Apology  Some days I soar wingless and wild through the daylight,  a vibrant appetite for life keeping me dizzy all day, all day. But on some mornings, dawn shaking me… Read more

I first wrote it as, “baring witness,” as if the phrase had something to do with raw exposure, shiny canine teeth unfurled between wide lips, something related to vulnerability or… Read more

I recently read Barbara Kingsolver’s masterpiece, Prodigal Summer, about the interwoven lives of people each living in some relationship with the Appalachian lands around them, and the ultimate connectedness of… Read more