sweet summer

last day of august last day of summer how do i characterize this summer? on saturdays - drives to the beach, making sure we got there before noon, being one of the "reduced capacity", grabbing our blue lawn chairs, walking past kites flying in the sky, wondering where they are tethered. they seem to be …

coconut carcass – a poem

coconut carcass Coconut carcasses lay in the black sand while the heavens paint a picture of violet soft serve ice cream. Australians catch their last waves of the day, foaming at the lip of infinity. Stars start to twinkle from the other side of the island, the city lights up And here on the beach, …

safe in the known – koh lipe, thailand

safe in the known I want to be able to transport people with my words and take them to far off places they’ve never been. I want them to experience fire shows on the shores of an island somewhere in Thailand and be able to picture the blue water with ease and the way it …

meditations on the qualities – poems

A series of poems inspired by J. Ruth Gendler's The Book of Qualities: Love Love drinks rose tea and likes to keep rose quartz crystals on her windowsill. She always has fresh cut flowers in vases and pays a lot of attention to the details. She makes her bed most days except when she’s been …

i am the sun & moon – a poem

the sagittarius in me wants to travel and explore, leave without notice and explore both the inner and outer world of sandalwood incense and cypress trees and markets in morocco and oceans in australia. she wants to experience and think deeply. she wants to know herself from exploring outside herself. she wants to go deep. …

drinks in India – a poem

we walk through markets and smells of sandalwood and burning plastic and cooked, oily dough. we finger mala beads and soft pants they call trousers we stop at cafes for drinks - in america, we refer to "drinks" when we want to go out for happy hour for glasses of wine and fruity cocktails but …

happiness – a poem

I am happiest when embraced by feeling. A soul gasp at the end of a song Drinking cheap red wine and blowing smoke out of dorm windows Climbing lifeguard chairs long after the sun has set because the view up here is closer to the stars Staying up past our self-imposed bedtime to read or …

city of apples – a poem

my friends live in a cluster in the city of lights or is that Paris they're in the city of apples you know which one i'm 3 hours north living my quiet domestic life by the seaside nestled in the theater forest with the foghorns and homemade ice creams and living in a Victorian mansion …

cultivate – a poem

I walk out of yoga full of breath and space between my ligaments. The smell of incense and motherly love from massage tables hangs on my T-shirt and I repeat my affirmation from savasana I am safe I am held I am whole I am loved I have to keep reminding myself. Outside the seagulls …

turkish coffee – a poem

We ate simits covered in olive spread, thin little bagels so you don’t get schmutz on your face. After, we drank Turkish coffees strong like a shot. We read each other’s fortunes from the coffee grounds letting the spirit move through us. We saw rivers flowing in ravines and raccoons on mountains and energy leaving out of ourselves and cleaning …