notes

Fall is here – bravely, boldly – and my succulents have all died again. They become increasingly shriveled and devastated, their waxy leaves circled around the black plastic planters I bought …

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the house of belonging

This poem hasn’t left me since I read it. I want it to live here, among Half Dome photos and doubts and gratitude, as some sort of anchor. I awoke …

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winterscapes

It’s summer here, today so warm that a pair of shorts was almost too much. Smoke swept into the mountains from some neighboring fire and my shoes filled with dust …

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