I was every inch an animal
An incomplete catalog(ue) of what, exactly, the hell I think I've been doing. Plus I read you a poem about a living thing changing.
An incomplete catalog(ue) of what, exactly, the hell I think I've been doing. Plus I read you a poem about a living thing changing.
I've been doing a lot somatic therapy and EMDR for nine months, when do I get to ascend? Maybe that's not the point. Plus a bunch of recent publications, an upcoming album, and an all-timer from Ada Limón.
Good news. Turns out we have an infinite capacity for love.
Writing from a floor in Chicago again. There have been many beautiful days, though I live too much in my mind.
A whole life keeps happening, even when I struggle to sit down and write about it. But it's here, it's mine. I'm trying to make it a good one. Also a poem by Gaby Calvocoressi. It's perfect.