combing through old photos & found this one @imanigivertz captured last summer .𖥔 ݁
i’ve been working a whole lot and biting off more than i can chew. was journaling this past week abt the exhaustion and decided not to dress up the words—to just share whatever shook loose. burnt out, scraping the bottom of the barrel, turning the wood chips over in search of inspiration—here are the scraps (and some new friends from the neighborhood)
“Mute” • a new poem (of sorts) is up on substack
♡ snapshots from the trip to lisbon with @avataraustin & a small reflection on the riveting effects of grief
amidst the transits of this city and the stars, i became inspired to write a piece about finding the people we’ve lost in the people we meet. it’s an outpouring of love, of endless gratitude and sentimental value—so joyous and so pretty
“The people we meet” is up on substack ♡
“Dear Mary Oliver,” • new substack out today 𓍼ོ
I’ve been touching grass, touching water, becoming one with the natural world yet again. Recognizing my own humanity in birdsong and greening fields. Synchronizing my heart with the sounding trees, meditating in the creek. Rereading Mary Oliver’s Devotions, finding reassurance, I wrote a poem about my early findings this springtime 𖣂︎
Feat. fellow scorpion @arianna.skyler , sunrise runs, dead birds, sweetie moments @avataraustin , venus in taurus reflections @alicesparklykat , field days @itsnicolehey@champagne_lizzy 𑣲
Went blue (by the icon @andy.shag ) & spent this last week scavenging the world for the right words to say 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺.
Amidst a sea of change, I am learning how to breathe instead of drown. Learning how to surf the currents as the waves rise and rise and rise and rise. One day it will crest, and sooner yet crash, but this fall will be a release and an exhale—not quite a plummet.
Witnessing the ebb and flow of the world and my mind, I tire myself and sit at my desk, willing my thumb to write write write. I suppose this may have been a better essay than the one I share... but I suppose we are forever doing, undoing and outdoing each version of our self.
Shed skin turn to dust, the spume against rocks, mist in my face, melody in my hair —
“New bitch” is up on substack if you care <𝟑 .ᐟ
“Beautiful nothingness” • new substack out today
✞ a quiet meditation on the season—a reflection on the past few weeks about moving through the mundane. it partially feels like circling the drain, only now a spiral upward. hope you enjoy ᵕ̈
“Season passes” is up on substack if you wanna read ☆～
i decided to take stock on the willingness to chase highs with the consequences of the low lows. it’s a brief meditation on my past obsession with sobriety through the construct of purity—and it’s also not that serious. bro, life is suuch a rollercoaster!!
shoutout @kameocarlson for being the ultimate spiritual guide—near or far, individual or communal. also peep the sky at sunrise outside of big al’s & my revival of last summer’s photo series: ‘porta potty selfies’ 🙂
