Island dweller (Maui/Manhattan). Reader. Writer. History nerd. Oxford comma defender. Web/wave surfer.
Our love is unpredictable, like October in New York.
Some days are cold and lonely. The radiator between us doesn’t seem to be on high enough, but I’m not motivated to turn it up anyways. Neither are you. We let the early winter chill consume us, and silence hangs over our…
Once the road narrows and potholes become more prevalent, after passing through the greeting card that is the decadent Wailea, a beach lies on Maui’s south shore, simultaneously overrun by tourists and guarded by locals. If one were to walk down onto the beach, as the sun hovered above the…
It was a warm and sticky Thursday evening when Maisie left the apartment. A shower had passed just before sundown, leaving behind grey skies with a purple glow once the sun had sunk past the horizon. The streets were wet, the red, yellow, and white lights reflecting, and the runoff was…
I begin this digital journal with both relief and resentment. Being a child of the digital age, I suppose it is not all that unreasonable that my thoughts seem to translate better on to…
I’m no poet. However, I found this old poem of mine, and it caused me to reminisce. And feel a little funky. And smile quite a bit. Hope you enjoy, relate, or both.
North and West, South and East,
It’s been a while since we’ve spoken. We’ve been on different paths for quite some time, and it was a struggle to stay connected when we were so mentally, emotionally, and physically far away from each…