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My Heart and Other Black Holes

There’s no significance. Anyone who has actually been that sad can tell you that there’s nothing beautiful or literary or mysterious about depression. Depression is a heaviness that you can’t ever escape. It crushes down on your, making even the...

Because 2017.

I want to swim in the ocean (always). Feel good enough that I want to sing a song at karaoke. Have more dance parties by myself. Remember to inhale more when I peel a clementine. Learn how to tumble into the grass to prevent...

Brown Girl Dreaming

Maybe I should go there, too, my mother says. Everyone else, she says, has a new place to be now. Everyone else has gone away. And now coming back home isn’t really coming back home at all.

Colours Gone

Gone, gone gone. I have reread your obituary twelve times since finding out. I dream we’ve all been granted another chance, another day. We’re both here, healthy. We’re all here, just fine. It is the light you see in the sunset....

Noticing the Pressure

These days I’ve been noticing the pressure. The transition of seasons adjusting the thickness of the air. I’m moving differently along the sidewalks without the clump clump soles of heavier shoes. I press harder on the balls of my feet...