I keep waking up in the middle of the night. Sometimes from the acid ravaging my esophagus from some annoying … More
Tag: love
amoeba.
When we enter into deep relationship, we cast ourselves under somewhat of a microscope. As we cohabitate and learn the … More
artifacts.
The sky is a sorbet of bright white clouds and silky grey with strips of unripened blueberry through the tall, … 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
Selves.
Sometimes in a moment alone after a thread of days spent around people for extended periods of time I’ll feel … 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
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