Truly, there is a phobia for anything. I half-have botanophobia...
Botanophobia
Wheat was first
Yearly, my body rejects something new. Wheat was first...
Steps Counter
This short prose piece started with a prompt about change and "moving on".
Space
Prompted to write about noticing something beautiful, this is the first thing that came to my mind...
Thread
A poem about my complex relationship with "home"...
Traces
Five random musings inspired by this quotation from Renato Rosaldo: "The material of poetry is not so much the event as the traces it leaves.”
Mother Tongue
Technically, I am unilingual, but I carry other languages with me...
Dyscalculia
The only way to know you're different is to live among other people for long enough...
Lock & Key
The story of a tall, young, Mediterranean man with long dark eyelashes who disarms me with his denim voice...
Pandemic Project #432
Old recipes recently struck me with an unexpected nostalgia and loss. Here's that story...
Encountering a mural in memory of D’Andre Campbell
Art can be so powerful, especially if you give it time. This prose poem captures the way my experience of a street mural changed over the course of about 10 minutes.
“I”
In the process of researching a book, I've become fascinated by the pronoun "I"...
