there’s an uneasiness in the air. an in between of seasons changing. a prolonging of broken things breaking.

breaking in between is almost never easy and there is no “right” way through…

I love an ellipses. In the way I often use it, the ellipses is less about indicating an omission, and more about leaving room for words, or an experience, still in formation and transition. I also use ellipses as an invitation for us to write together; for us to feel and fill in the blankness of space…

There are moments in life captured through the lens of grief. Moments I wish I could shake the feeling of, not because I don’t want to remember, but because the memory still causes ripples. Ripples that make shock waves go through the body as if the moment is happening all over again.