little hands

they fold newspaper hats

in the street, in the night.

daydreams carried by upside down boats,

after the light.

they’d build them into a lifeline,

if given the chance.


Before Goliath

We have a way of adorning the Davids after they’ve conquered their Giant, caramelizing them story after story, with awe and roars.

But before they are conquerors, we take sharp needles to their dreams, knitting fear and “likelihoods” of “success” to their socks, pushing our own definition of life into the souls of their feet, lest they take a different step than us.

We’ve worn our own fear far too long.

This yarn burrows so deep into us we forget that it was once blood that pumped through our veins, and not these puppet strings.

But we are human and not toy. We are love that unravels away all threads. We are re-knit garments of protection for the ones before they are conquerors.

For ourselves, before we are conquerors. 

We are tapestries vibrant in fullness, vast in freedom, rich in unconventionality, and ever-unraveling into unthinkable lives.


Seven Billion Kinds of Cookies

Sometimes I get tired of the cliche phrases on cat posters –  to”follow your dreams.Maybe I just have something against cats. Perhaps it’s because the phrase is just so short and framed as a command: you must buy me. The words sold so many times their meaning generic, lost in the routine.

As if following your dreams could be crammed into 3 tiny little words and fit into your back pocket like a shopping list. “Honey, don’t forget to pick up the dreams on your way home.”




They’re not even your dreams anymore, they’re just dreams, as if everyone should have the same ones. Manufactured in large quantities for a profit. Where people you don’t know determine their labels, how they’re made, what’s inside. Bland – like bags of flour. Easily purchased at your local grocery store. Packaged, sometimes with a recommended serving size. Obscure ingredients and nutritional values recorded. Approved by the Federal Dream Administration.

No one really talks about how hard it really is. Or how long it really takes. To “follow your dreams.” Those 3 tiny little words sell dreams for cheap, like you paid for this epic story of 1000 pages – but instead, you got just 3 words. And then, you bought it so many times, you actually forgot you were getting cheated.

But maybe to “follow your dreams” isn’t so bad of a phrase. Perhaps I’ve just been misinterpreting it – fixating on the right side of the sentence, forgetting the left. Forgetting that the journey is a part of the dream. The verb used is to “follow” – which is about the journey. And some people still bake cookies with flour.