july fifteenth, 2017

I’m certain I need to write this more than anyone else needs to read this. I suppose that’s me compensating with a disclaimer; everything I’m gonna say I need to say. Life has become particularly soluble these last few weeks and if I’m not funneling my whole heart into a mere one hundred and forty…

June 16th, 2017

There is a lot I haven’t talked about. Even archivally on this piece of websphere it’s been months since I’ve shared anything. Even longer since I said anything that I’ve really needed to say. I can’t profess this for everyone but I have come to realize that if I don’t talk about my experiences, my…

march 24th, 2017

We’ve started a fire under the canvas tent of twenty-two; covered in our own wax wings having melted from getting too close, from not getting out quick enough. Thumbs and forefingers calloused by the incessant spinning of straw into gold. I feel I’m verging on hyperbole by saying so (crying wolf just enough times to…

december 16th, 2016

both this afternoon and evening conversations  on memory meandered in the niches of nearly every hour. It is to be expected, perhaps, as reflection reaches our ankles in salty, soft waves conjured by the gravity of our nearing absence. Not quite the moon, but close. It is the night of the sixteenth and I leave…

december 4th, 2016

Belly laughs of early December and the peppering of Piazza Santo Spirito in the late Autumn’s leaves. Sunday began late and ended early; a neighborhood stroll quilted in the middle. The light here is relentless. It seems all the more certain in Oltrarno, the ‘burrough’ across the Arno which boasts broader streets and quieter places…

december 3rd

I am living on loose ends- pushing calendar days back into my pockets to keep from hearing how much longer til I go. It’s December 3rd, I leave in sixteen days. Yesterday I took a bus out to Mantua; a two hour ride that gave me time to think alongside the citrus-dipped countryside which seemed…

october 30th, 2016

Patience is waiting for the persimmons to ripen so I can begin the second stretch of autumn baking. My kitchen table turned persimmon warehouse is still a shoddy gradient of yellows. They turn a rich crimson when they’re ready; there is about to be a sunset in my kitchen, unhinged from the sky. I’ve knighted…

october 28th, 2016

we tend to think of travel as both bolstering and bright, something that draws the light out of us and back again like an ebbing tide welling in our stories for home and artifacts; something to unpack when we’re a few years older and want to remember jubilance and the potential places of two days…

september 30th, 2016

As October rears it’s promise of colder weather and a handful more days wrought with rain I have found myself reflecting on the near three hundred and sixty five days since I began taking medication for my anxiety disorder and depression. It was last October that I began, first with the struggle of acquiescing to…

september 26th, 2016

how do I begin to tell you of the tenuous way in which a foreigner habitually maneuvers an unfamiliar place? Surely, you know it if you’ve traveled though; the subtle and soft fear of unbelonging that etches itself in potential misunderstanding and mistakes. There are many things a person learns in pilgrimage, hopefully a number…

september 3rd-5th, 2016

There are a million ways to enter another country. Attending a school abroad and being in the crowds of a myriad of different perspectives only reiterates that fact. You can dismiss your own country (for this one looks far better), you can ask for attention from where you are (begging it to be the one…

august 24th

i dont mind the crisp darkness or the subtlety of crickets in the floorboards before we turn the light on, it has me paying attention to the intricacies. paying attention to the tiny creaks of life; the resound ‘here you are’ of hardwood shifting beneath counter weight, counter breathing. you see, a sound for your…