It Kindly Stopped for Me
The sweater fulfilled my need for a constant hug, and I was begrudgingly ready to be still.
Selfish Nights
On a deeper level, though, I sense that I don’t need to construct another obligation for myself.
Wash Day, circa 2021; Or, Assorted Thoughts I Express While Taking Care of My Hair on a Sunday Afternoon
I send a quiet prayer of petition up for my sisters out there adding eggs to their hair routine: “May they remember to switch to the cold faucet.”
Meditations on Gratitude
I used to think that gratitude would rob me of joyful anticipation.
Fool’s Spring
Normalcy was on the horizon, but staying safe still meant never getting my hopes up.
Keep Your Friends Close
As much as we hope to find friends where we land, I wonder how many of us simply direct our energy into things we can better control.
Metepisteme: After Knowledge
Do I know the ends of what I know, and will my knowledge deliver or damn me?
Physically Me
As long as we’re on this earth, she and I are stuck together.
Monsters of the Night
Part animal, part plant.
Of Monsters and Men
There is no loneliness like the loneliness in our own strangeness and darkness.
