• bless you

    I don’t remember learning how to love, originally.  I only remember the origins of little love-habits. I remember holding onto my stuffed elephant, tucked safely in my right arm always– a light grey beast with pink-tinted ears. He must’ve been a foot tall, if he could have stood on his own, but he couldn’t. He […]

  • copper lemons

    I wish I wrote the way I read: unforgivingly, relentlessly, visibly. I trace my fingers over letters, mouth the words, gasp and cry. I slam books shut in a way that only other readers understand. A slow, two-handed slam where the letters press together hard enough to send a poof of scented air toward my […]

  • 100 / thud

    The wild waves of your story crashed against mine. In a drop, I saw your depth, and tasted the tangled purity of hope, salted by pain. Beyond your sound, I heard our sameness. It is deafening. It thuds. It is a splash of all the right words, said in just the right way.  It is […]

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start here

Hey there! My name is Ra, — welcome home. I’ve built a good life…. a few times over.  I’m in the process of doing it again and I’m awfully glad you’re here for the ride. You should know:  I’m not really a writer– I’m really more a reader than anything else– but I like to […]

made fresh

If a slice of cake is fluffy, a nymph blew kisses in it. If a cherry pie looks sunburned, you prolly forgot to skin it. If the jello jiggles in your mouth, it’s prolly scared of dark. If the bonbons roll ’round too much, teach them how to park. If the cookie crumbles down alone, […]

yellow wrappers 

When I was small,  a butterscotch from the crystal bowl on my dad’s desk fixed almost everything.  I’d carry one in my pocket before doing difficult things,  just in case. I understand now that it didn’t really fix anything ever, but that grown-up life-knowledge never seems to stop me from reaching into pockets in search […]

sweep them

Today, I had an unplanned trip to the Museum of Ice Cream.   I’ve wanted to go for awhile but tickets are hard to come by. A friend was kind enough to bring me along when her plus one couldn’t make it.  The traveling museum is known for many things but nothing so much as […]

like family

I’m typing this post on my phone because I’m eating an ice cream sandwich.   That’s it.   That’s the only dessert reference for this post.  You’ll have to accept it because I barely have time to eat, let alone eat something that requires two hands just so I can later sit still and think […]

blind fear

I write a lot about Love, about Justice, about Intuition– about all the essential things that see without seeing. I think a lot about blind spots, about the way relationships of all sizes fog the windows and leave smudges that hide all manner of warning lights.   I think about how life doesn’t believe in speed […]

cookie smuggler

Often my own writing bores me, but that’s to be expected when my own thoughts bore me, too.  The problem is not the glitchy syntax, or the clickety-clacked rhythm, or the improvised grammatical leaps. The problem is, I am non-fiction.  I rarely ever write something fictional and, when I do, it is heavily doused in […]