on cleaning house

“Pulling back every once in a while to see how far you’ve gotten is also important, ‘because you can see your accomplishments within the big picture, instead of measuring yourself against the larger, scarier reality.'”

The Power of Small, Why Little Things Make All the Difference


they told me to travel

when I’m older.

I think they didn’t know
that moving through someone else’s ordinary
creates the lens through which I see.

if aging is about growing
this is how I grow:

across difference
uprooting what was once cemented
with us and them.

it’s a privilege these days

to meet someone new and old in person

to have the time to really get to know them


spontaneous conversation.

when did connection become about a literal spark?

missing you

(though I don’t think we’ve met yet)

and that good ol’ fashioned lightning.


“things are bound to happen.

it’s only a matter of time.”

scratch in that direction,

and eventually the drops accumulate,

deep as the ocean.


she wasn’t there

yet, but

that she could even be on this

journey was a privilege

in and of itself, she wished

she could pull that

perspective out of her pocket

please for the times she just wanted

to sleep | in the forest | in the hellish dark


she knew where she wanted to go

now from a strong and quiet

lake in her heart it wasn’t


at her anymore because she

had cupped her ear to it, allowed it to exist in the

openness she let herself climb her own


soul. it gave her stillness. she hoped for moonlight.



that coats a man

and renders him naked

from the ground up


sometimes “i don’t know”

just means

“i’m too scared”