In recovery and in waiting, there’s always this period that is coming, coming, coming
Language is a finding place (audio)Listen now (4 min) | A 4 minute experiment cw: language
sometimes an essay is just a love letter to my friends
to the right —where they say the unlived life is.
Instructions on Not Giving UpListen now (7 min) | sharing 2 poems I love
on surrender
all that form and this epoch of unprecedented time allows
on desire and waiting
What if grief is an offering?
this is less of an essay and more of a love letter
quarantine is entirely made of bodied time
notes/poems of grief