the distillation of self

In my 25 truths post, I talk about performing at an open mic poetry night. Before this performance I had never read my poems to anyone who wasn’t family or a close friend. There was a ton of people there that night which the video conveniently doesn’t show. I was nervous and uneasy and shaking, […]

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clouds in my coffee

The other morning I was sitting at my desk dunking an Italian butter cookie into my coffee. I stared blankly into my mug as bits of cookie became coffee-logged and surrendered themselves to the pool of liquid. I sit with a mug of coffee and a cookie or piece of toast whenever I am missing […]

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