Elegy.

I was tearing down a deep flight of stairs surrounded by other heaving bodies. We were running, because we were…

antithesis.

There’s the scuttle of my kitten’s impossibly small paws across the taut leather of my sofa. The quiet pelt of…

australia.

I keep waking up in the middle of the night. Sometimes from the acid ravaging my esophagus from some annoying…

amoeba.

When we enter into deep relationship, we cast ourselves under somewhat of a microscope. As we cohabitate and learn the…

take pause.

Life feels so utterly calm in the wake of the chaotic, mess of a world around us. I feel, for…

artifacts.

The sky is a sorbet of bright white clouds and silky grey with strips of unripened blueberry through the tall,…

“like” this.

Scroll, scroll, scroll. Like, like, like. Tweet, repost, share. Pressing my thumbprint onto the home button of my iPhone and…

imperfect.

I’m sitting in the dim of my kitchen, glass of pinot noir at hand, dead flower petals and strings of ear…

talk.

Driving through the sunlit, endearingly gritty streets of Tacoma yesterday evening, I chat with my friend Ben after what felt…

Stress.

I remember lying awake on the bottom bunk in the room I shared with my little sister in the second grade.…