Elegy.

I was tearing down a deep flight of stairs surrounded by other heaving bodies. We were running, because we were … More

antithesis.

There’s the scuttle of my kitten’s impossibly small paws across the taut leather of my sofa. The quiet pelt of … More

australia.

I keep waking up in the middle of the night. Sometimes from the acid ravaging my esophagus from some annoying … More

amoeba.

When we enter into deep relationship, we cast ourselves under somewhat of a microscope. As we cohabitate and learn the … More

take pause.

Life feels so utterly calm in the wake of the chaotic, mess of a world around us. I feel, for … More

artifacts.

The sky is a sorbet of bright white clouds and silky grey with strips of unripened blueberry through the tall, … More

“like” this.

Scroll, scroll, scroll. Like, like, like. Tweet, repost, share. Pressing my thumbprint onto the home button of my iPhone and … More

imperfect.

I’m sitting in the dim of my kitchen, glass of pinot noir at hand, dead flower petals and strings of ear … More

talk.

Driving through the sunlit, endearingly gritty streets of Tacoma yesterday evening, I chat with my friend Ben after what felt … More

Stress.

I remember lying awake on the bottom bunk in the room I shared with my little sister in the second grade. … More