artifacts.

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

Tide pool.

I spent the two days this past week on the Oregon Coast, in familiar yet missed salty air,  hair whipped to … More

She.

After singing lullabies to my niece as she drifted into sleep, after I set her tiny onesie-clad body down into the crib, … More

Whirlwind.

It has been 13 days since soaring into the air towards Phnom Penh, Cambodia and two full back home, in … More

Stranger.

Throughout the thirteen hour plane ride to Taipei, I could not stop watching the woman in front of me. Between … More

Vigorous.

What was it that made my brief walk home from my neighbourhood bar so unapologetically lavishly feminine and dauntless? An … More

Extravagantly.

There are days when it feels like everything has been flecked with rose gold and hazel and honey. They are rare … More

Less.

I feel everything so keenly and bluntly today. A grade A example of a seemingly bipolar being, sensing each moment pointedly … More

Retreat.

The lust to wander is back full force and I don’t quite know what to do with this familiar feeling. … More

Lack.

Yesterday I was awakened from a hazy sleep with a text from my landlord asking if I had a check ready … More