this island of the gods
It was the middle of an early September night when I arrived, the entirety of my belongings in one bag. The air was thick with moisture, a welcome change after six weeks in
chandra nicole.
Thinking and writing, writing and thinking. Sometimes remembering I have a body.
the little girl atop englewood hill
In 3rd grade, I lived on Englewood Drive, atop a hill that careened quite sharply downwards for many blocks.
At the very bottom of that hill was a gated walkway sandwiched between houses,
is this our new home?
We tried a new cafe today, possessing the perfect blend of local and Bule.
M was nibbling Nasi Goreng with her front teeth, I was inhaling a croissant stuffed with bacon, eggs, and
motivations turned to smoke
Part of what’s kept me in my hermit hole for so long is that my motivations have changed. I’m no longer moved as I once was, primarily by scarcity, urgency, approval,
baby turtles at dawn
Ever since I learned that the existing water on earth is the only water there will ever be, I look at the ocean differently. As I walk on the beach, I attempt the