Maybe Love
Maybe love is a gentle reminder, a home base, a random act of kindness.
This Year, We Survived
We kept the things alive that kept us alive like watered plants on the balcony—cultivating friendships withered by time, tending to roots through which sprouted the sweet fruits of our labor. Fruits that survived the winter to thrive in the spring.
I Fell In Love
I fell in love with shooting stars and the moons of Saturn. I fell in love with the burn of bourbon. I fell in and out of love with a reflection.
A Love Letter To The United States From An Undocumented Immigrant
I know our relationship has been on the rocks lately — well, always. Despite our shortcomings, you are still the one I call home.
To Rise From The Ashes, A Phoenix Must First Burn
The world has gone mad for better or for worse.
This Is The Part Where Our Paths Diverge
I let you go.