As a writer, I consider myself a curator of language. To curate: to select and organize. This definition in itself does not meet the mark. It is lacking, much too sterile. The etymology of the word curate evolved from Middle English— curate "member of the clergy," from Latin curatus (same meaning), from cura "spiritual charge of souls," from earlier cura "care, healing" — related to accurate, cure. These generational hints and roots come much closer to explaining my relations

shattered I have always felt more comfortable in the between, not realizing that all of living in this particular body exists in a liminal space. What I really mean is I was more comfortable not choosing, not realizing that not choosing is an impossibility. What I really mean is that I didn’t want to be wrong, not realizing that there are no missteps. What I really mean is that I was afraid of the future, not realizing that now is always. Not knowing what I know now, I can im

The body is a remarkable experimental space where contradictions are resolved. Delicate and Resilient. Sensitive and Impervious. Blood...

I listened to a podcast about a woman who could not remember whether a sexual assault event, that may or may not have occurred when she...

There is antipathy towards telling, yet that’s what words do, poorly sometimes. Words name, name as verb, in order to get close to the...

Flaubert once said, “Art is not reality.” I understand him to mean that art is never meant to provide answers, rather he believed it to...

The world is old enough and young enough to realize the nature of organic forces. Minutes pass by in one form of enchantment and not the other. In this inevitable space I have never with the same eyes seen, I find myself vacillating between a sudden impulse to flee and fitful confusion. Both feelings that arise from the edge of a black sea, a suggestion from the same sea of coming power even in this region of storms. The rising moon, a blood red circle, emerging with incredib

We can always be more or less isolated by how much we focus on isolated fragments of time, as if much of life isn't spent enduring and getting through. The privilege inherent in the assumption that civilization is owed to us and the degree to which ecology and economy can be weaponized are the problems, not lack of freedom. Freedom exists in the continuity of empathy and gratitude and the beauty in all the little broken things.