Just for a moment, escape into the clouds. They’re even wilder than our crazy times, and even more beautiful than our most tender hopes.… Read More at a blasting storm // poetry and clouds
Here’s a poem dedicated to the little Instagram livestream art, music, storytelling, and research festivals I’ve decided to host. Last week went brilliantly. Join me this week @circumspectacles … Read More my circumspectacle // IG Live Festival This Thursday
Still grateful for that sunny, wild October day in 2016 when I scrambled along the spine of Dundonnell’s jewel and one of Britain’s finest ridges: An Teallach. … Read More howling for precipices
I’m trying to learn this formatting thing/how to do poetry on the internet thing. I tend to feel a little self-conscious and pretentious–like, would I like a triple-brewed beverage and a side of thrifted clothing with my poetry–but that’s okay. Also, I love thrift stores. Here’s the original, non-photo formatting of this poem: blink we… Read More or else you’ll miss us
we all have that friend. that friend who never, ever stops believing in us. that friend who doesn’t judge our lowest moments. that friend who can talk about navigating our deepest struggles and then turn around and laugh–genuinely and happily–about how nuts life is. who can share achievements and pride and hope as well as… Read More friendship. that’s all today.
this morning, I read an article in the BBC about how Native burial sites are literally being blown up to make way for Trump’s border wall. On an UNESCO World Heritage Site. No conversation between the Trump administration and the Nations in question. According to an article in the BBC, Monument Hill at Organ Pipe… Read More exploding burial grounds: what the actual fuck?
In today’s world of social media, consumerism, political anxiety, and competition, the quiet rush of awe feels so counterintuitive sometimes. It feels connected, intuitive, and solitary. A paradox. Why not celebrate awe and mountains in a poem, yet again? I experienced several forms of awe, gratitude, and silence over the weekend. My parents were supposed… Read More symbiotic with the gods: poetry and reflections on social media, climbing, awe, and fear