Summer Threshold

August’s frequency vibratesmy soul’s skeleton loose,burns a fervor into its marrow,until even my shadow sweats.I try cultivating conversationswith cedar trees … Continue reading Summer Threshold

The Confluence of River and Self

At the edge of the Willamette,I draw breath fromtree roots and cold sand.Dawn color gathers at the edgesswirling, prismatic silt. … Continue reading The Confluence of River and Self

Spirit Has Left the Meeting

I paid a TV psychic $200to talk to the deadfor less than 5 minutes.A séance over Zoomwith a gallery of … Continue reading Spirit Has Left the Meeting

Only Forward

We’d sit on the floor at Twice Sold Tales, flipping through Kafka, laughing at Ayn Rand like it was an … Continue reading Only Forward

Seventeen Junes

Your soul is lodged in my throat,as I drive through memorieslittered on Seattle streets. Sun-bleached and threadbarelike my favorite shirt—familiar, … Continue reading Seventeen Junes

The Dark Horizon: Navigating the Impacts of Trump’s Reelection

The reality of another four years under Donald Trump descended like a storm, casting a shadow over the hopes of … Continue reading The Dark Horizon: Navigating the Impacts of Trump’s Reelection

Father’s Day Without a Father

What a fucked week when it comes to emotional stuff. The anniversary of the death of my first love and … Continue reading Father’s Day Without a Father

Fourteen Years and Three Sand Dollars

I’m still relatively new to accepting.y spiritual side. Becoming a Reiki Master has helped tremendously. Today is the 14th anniversary … Continue reading Fourteen Years and Three Sand Dollars

Note to Self

I find that whenever I am at an emotional an spiritual crossroads I am drawn towards Annie Rice novels. My … Continue reading Note to Self

Interstitial Spaces

Interstitial Spaces The diluted static of the cityamplifies solitude.The resonance of millions obscures the voice of my soul.The silent wisdom … Continue reading Interstitial Spaces