I don’t know how to write anything to you or about you without sounding like a child. I loved you like a child so I suppose this makes sense. We were never a labyrinth. I wrote a poem about you and put it on the internet without mentioning that I wrote it just because I…

I want to tell you that I finally found out about the unique smell of the air here; it’s the Tropicana factory burning oranges. I’d also like to tell you that I found out how to make this tofu-like substance from lentils and guess what it’s real cheap and real easy which is perfect for…

I’ve had a few occasions of posting and deleting because once the emotion passes and I return to read myself I’m like …. Babe …… ur being so embarrassing. Why are you so serious? Chille You’re ok. I’m ok today.

I’m sitting on the floor at the Calgary airport and have just realized there are cannabits under my fingernails on account of yesterdays adventure: got stoned on cement steps of an unmarked building across from some park rangers’ cars, stared at the Rocky Mountains, and cried for two hours. It was below freezing, but rest…

happy 2023! checking in, how are we doin on the earth planet? Warning, late night words I didn’t edit. Always write about same general topic? broken record girl I think a lot a lot about the idea of feeling resolute.. the dissolution of my need to think a lot without numbing, masking, ignoring. I daydream…

Feeling like publishing my drafts. Here’s a ramble from November. On a plane leaving Ohio. I’m in row 21 sandwiched between two sleeping adult men — one keeps dozing off, his head bobbing and rising into his chest with a rhythmic cadence. Wonder if he’s having any nap dreams? I always have those and they…