where we begin

I've started sleeping with the window open.

​I'm not sure why, exactly. It was never something that I did before. I was just feeling strange one night, kind of un-here and drifting, and my room felt like a hospital room. A really, really messy hospital room. All clinical and dark and buzzing. So I snapped the screens off my window and opened it a crack.

The neighbors just recently cut down a bunch of trees I grew up with. Those trees used to tower at the edge of my backyard like friendly giants. It broke my heart when they were killed. But thanks to the massacre, now I can see the lights from downtown when I look out the window. So the other night, I opened my window and I lay in bed and I watched the light drip through the dark glass. 

It's been raining a lot lately. My room smells like a wet towel.

Just a couple years ago, I was terrified of thunder. I mean, I'm still kind of a little terrified of thunder, but not like I was a couple years ago. Back then I was like a freaking cat. I'd hear the thunder and leap a mile in the air, take refuge under the bed or in the bathtub or somewhere equally ridiculous. Now look at me, sleeping with the window open. This year, I am full of weird and beautiful beginnings.

I started this website so I could better promote my poetry book, ​​the last four years, ​which is coming out on May 21st. But this is also a place where I plan to discover myself, and share that self with you.

yours in haste,