Shaky lines will be written from the mechanics of what it has meant to be us. From apologies said out loud and whispered so that no one can hear them. From the preservation of what's been for sure and that which is still unsure. And from the discomfort of...

What a thing it is to have pages with lines that most often feel heavy rather than easy. Art wired to be qualified for the motto of overwhelmed. Reminders of the depth of the colors settled upon the walls. And actions combining with feelings in such messy ways. What a...

Empty space in our moments is quietly traded away for what our imagination fills it in with. Beliefs that welcome the talking points of insecurity.   Unchecked dislike without consideration for the courage that danced in those fields too. Presentation...

Under a particular word, the better parts of us show up in a scene but if we can't negotiate that, the low ceiling ends up being a catastrophe. Ends up a boundary made from shame, frustration and surprise. A longing for the kind of strength that seems to coast as an...

Under the label of survival, there are times when retreating makes sense for us. When existing steps in because there is an awareness of feeling small. In hope sounding different and fear having us trained in the reasons why it does. And in lonely making us cry while...

If fear rises, the air burns on both the inhale and the exhale. If grief stands out, the sun's embrace is replaced by dancing shadows. If anger keeps the heart, thoughts are ever so slowly dragging memories by their feet. If despair is written, shaken feelings can't...