writings

Years ago I spent a summer writing poetry and was finally able to write something I thought was truly sweet, inspired by the beautiful musician I’d just started dating. I read it to him, thinking I’d written something usually sweet and he looked at me with a somewhat

There is a point where creative work must come out into the world. In my experience there is a rawness inherent in this, sometimes an agony. My creative life has been marked by occasion after occasion where I tried to bring work into the world, asked for help, and the