Starting to believe that there is more than one way to, and for, everything.
What I Am Good At
Horchata
Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten.
On the hard edges
A testament to, and for, living far away from everything that feels like smooth-sailing.
Tell It Like It Is
On the colour green, and not telling the truth.
Photos from nowhere
Parking lots, fields and fields of them. Undulating, waves on waves of rolling heat bouncing off all the barren, the lack of anything that is somehow everything. Sun-beats and torn nails. This town feels like I swallowed six long summers whole.
1/ 11
On celebrating anniversaries, and the power of understanding.
Always this way
On the way we cry in front of strangers, and always end up back where we started.
Somewhere like nowhere
On a city that burnt and stung and laid me bare.
An evolution
On writing a record of it all, even when it feels like treason.
