Botanophobia

Truly, there is a phobia for anything. I half-have 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"...