a letter to the sunflower collector

i have become well-acquainted, unwillingly, with the kind of sadness that makes you catch your breath. so sudden and sharp that it boils over spilling onto cheeks,  onto notebook pages,  onto kitchen counters,  onto sheets where i turn sleeplessly. sometimes there’s a reason for this a problem i can solve but the worst of it [...]

for the swimmer in the rising tide

It’s remarkable how, in the biggest way that I can remember, we’ve collectively had the same sort of year. The compounding weariness of isolation and injustice, loss and uncertainty, has touched us all.  For better or for worse, 2020 has changed the way we live, interact and think. It’ll be years before we understand the [...]

for hannah, the artist

she lives her life like a work of art conversations intricate, intelligent  as the collages and bright canvases  hung on her bedroom wall everywhere she lives becomes a gallery collections of seashells and well-worn books telling the story of a curious, thoughtful soul. she casts wide, bold, beautiful strokes choosing to see  the good in [...]

for Julia, my true north

she is her signature curly hair sturdy black boots honey-brown amber eyes that see you for you she is a record spinning,  pourover steaming, a seat saved for you in a crowded coffee shop she is true north, always there to remind you who you are & where you’re going she is burning incense low [...]