perfect moments

one It is early in the season and my night walks have not yet become habitual. This is the first time on one of those walks that I am not alone. We are walking and the fog is rolling in, covering the stars slowly like a blanket being pulled over bed sheets. It feels like …

a metaphor of gulls

I've only written scattered thoughts recently---lines jotted down in class, phrases saved on the notes app in my phone, scraps of words all clustered together in an attempt to describe a particular hue of blue. It's one of those phases. Gathering wandering exploring excavating. You know how it is. Several people have sent me letters …