a day on the ferry

9am to 9pm; Anacortes to the San Juan Islands and back. The weather is turning and so are the tides. When I’m wary of the waves I remember that the destination is fixed. And that the waves are what color the experience.

the beginning of an open letter

I often feel the safest when I am around women. It is only recently that I decided to more actively reflect on the reasons why. Growing up, I sought comfort in the women closest to me (my mother, grandmother, sister) by burrowing into their physical and emotional softness. Bosoms, large arms, and yielding bellies wereContinue reading “the beginning of an open letter”