En realidad creamos nuestra suerte: 19 de marzo de 2015
Estamos volados sentados al lado de la ruta 27 para hacer dedo. Hoy es un día de mala suerte, pero en realidad creamos nuestra suerte. Fabricamos nuestra suerte. Hay relámpagos al fondo del mundo, un cielo más oscuro, y acá…
I am skilled at listening, adjusting, adapting: 29 de diciembre de 2014
I feel like people just want to tell me everything. I am skilled at listening, adjusting, adapting, dancing around in their world until we’re chasing each other and I can’t stop the stream of questions funneling out of my mouth…
The sound of birds: 03, 12 de julio de 2015
☯️03 de julio de 2015 I’ve been wanting to listen to silence for so long now. Its intricate, infinite depth is filled with everything. There is the sound of birds near — a loud, cackling mess of twigs in the…
Fire: 22 de julio de 2015
Fire licks, slurps, and crackles happily, depending on the type of wood. I want a bonfire to swallow my night whole, stars and moon and wine and words. I think of Sam McGee. I think of his mystery bestowed upon…