Jul 3, 2017Passage (c. 1991)Spain. I don’t know how it came to me originally. It might have been that at the time I lived in Kansas City, where the beautiful Country Club Plaza district had been inspired by the Andalusian city. Or maybe it was some random discovery that the following year — in…Travel9 min readTravel9 min read
Dec 2, 2014Broken-hearted PasserbyBroken-hearted Passerby All of these lives. Sometimes they bump into each other. Even collide. But more often they blindly, blurrily go past. Quiet. Ashen. Fluid and endless. I’m not in the middle, or just near any edge. Only a broken-hearted passerby, fumbling with an introduction. The way the world looks from the…2 min read2 min read
Aug 21, 2014To The Brown Dog That Changed My LifeToday is the anniversary of when I was asked to give you back to the stars. Since that day, I have strived to find somewhere to place all of this love that you left with me. I have been trying, desperately, to propel all of it out, from trickles to…2 min read2 min read
Published inHuman Parts·Aug 3, 2014A Brighter, Empty DistanceBurnt dirt. Sourness and fermentation. An intoxicating rot from something that was new not so long ago. From the hilltop, the rattles and cries had cascaded down in search of the riverbank, bouncing off trees and sifting through smoke and brush. …8 min read8 min read