Forest for the Trees #1: A Forest Grief Zine
This zine was a collection of community art focused around grieving the Pennywise Clearcut, outside of Quilcene, WA. We assembled this piece over a period of a few months, initiated and then finalized with Danielle’s editorial fervor, extremely beautiful submissions, and my layout engine working until it buckled, my organizing engine going so fast it…
Throwback Film: ‘Trail Medicine’, Disability Justice Trail Running, and awkward comments
In the spring of 2020, I was set to take my first plane ride in many years, and attend a writers’ retreat on Whidbey Island. I got a call, from my sister, and a forwarded email from our cousin, saying that many elders were dying of a virus. “It’s bad, do not come here”, she…
“Looking for Datura” in Querencia Spring 2024 Quarterly
One of my favorite poems, about one of my favorite flowers. An elegant ditch weed, a mesmerizing creature you feel staring at you. How much time I spent hunting for that sound, and that glow. In Querencia Press’s Spring 2024 Quarterly Anthology.
“ Daylight // Nightlight” in New Words Press
“Daylight // Nightlight” started out as an exphrasis of Aesop Rock’s tandem songs, “Daylight” and “Nightlight”, written deep in pandemic isolation, but working, schooling and writing online. The comfort I felt when beamed into each others’ homes via the magical zoom tube contrasted heavily with the realization that I would most likely never actually physically…
“Memory Box” in Querencia Press’s Not Ghosts but Spirits V
Memory Box is about a relationship that passes over a desire for children, choosing instead to focus on holding memories, like deep secrets. I started this poem at Juan Morales’s workshop at the 2020 Jackson Hole Writers Conference, where we wrote about recent dreams. Shortly after, I traveled to the north end of the spit…
Poetry for Palestine: On Mosab Abutoha’s Charge to Make Art Now
The beginning of a series on Mosab Abutoha’s charge to write Poetry for and about Palestine
Featured Reader at Cultivating Voices’ Pride Poetry March: Almost-Barfing at the Cusp of Birth
Last spring, I was graduating and finishing up my work at the Evergreen Writing Center. I spent much of the time curled up into a ball in my shed-office, like if I closed my eyes and held my breath *whatever* was waiting for me on the other side of graduation and my job ending– that…
Only on Paper: Snag, in CPJ’s Poetry Corner
RSVP to a Snag Lightning hollowed you out death becoming you, the conductor, the container from the inside out, allowing yourself to hollow Offering the driest part of yourself, the almost-dead part of you—soft, crumbling, becoming fuel from the inside out. From there, you held us inside. Time was Depression Time— You can stay…
On Writing at Work: Publishing Love– not Cops!– in the Library
Almost a year ago to date, I published this piece in the Cooper Point Journal. Here is a short essay on the little events that lead up to it and followed it, the many continued layers that our work lives within, and is borne from. A year ago, I was working for the Evergreen State…
Tree of Many Fruits # 2: Root Runners
Pfewff. Sickness. Heartbreak. The co-creative energies that sometimes sever, sometimes soothe. Through it all, this beauty emerged. It tastes like grief and a light in the sweet darkness. The edges of flowers are clear. Enjoy.
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