Say/Mean

A poem I wrote when I was twenty years old. “I’m fine” I need time to figure out how I feel. I need you to know what’s wrong because that’s how I measure if you care at all. I’m dying, I’m dead, I need to sleep for a hundred years, just go away. “I’m tired”…

Duluth

It was laundry day for him. He was on the phone with me as I drove up, guiding me through the last couple turns. He came up from the basement as I shut off my car, answered the door wearing shorts. Hugged me. The entryway was dark, the kitchen frigid and bare — the whole…

Writer with a capital Wuh

At some point toward the end of earning my English degree, it occurred to me that there was a fundamental discrepancy between myself and my peers. I listened during class discussions, I saw all the hours put into drafts, I observed body language, tone of voice, diction, and I realized something. At some indeterminate point…

By Way of Explanation: Closing my Business

As you can see, I haven’t posted anything on my professional Instagram for about three months. That last post was around the time my heart was understanding something my brain wouldn’t yet agree with — I was not meant to run my own business. For some context: I adore creating things. I inherited my creative…