
i chucked old potatoes out into the field,
and it was strangely satisfying

i chucked old potatoes out into the field,
and it was strangely satisfying

if you could do it all over again,
which life would you choose?

the details always get to me

the water looked calm, but the current
moved swiftly below the surface

we remember kindly those who were kind to us when we were children

i watched a huge wasp and it appeared to watch me in return–
abruptly spreading its massive wings, it flew away,
and oh how i wish i could fly away too

it’s interesting how much more we appreciate being well, after being sick

sometimes the most common objects
contain the beauty of lost treasure


there are days where the heart hurts

people say you have to make your own luck, but luck is complicated