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The sweet resonant coo from nearby my bedroom window seems to have followed me from Brooklyn, NY to Long Beach, CA… Its persistent cadence, has become a point of fixation, a symbol of some continuity across landscapes. And while beautiful…its haunting refrain, unyielding and insistent, reflects the relentless march of time, a reminder that even amidst change, certain constants endure, anchoring me to the past as I navigate a very uncertain future…
Apr 27, 2024
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Who am I
To hear the morning birds
And think
They might sing for me?
And who are they
To sing
so sweetly?
Jul 1, 2024
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a couple months ago I'm out behind the gabled house with dregs of home still seeping through its edges, a sharp sort of newness ripping the seams of who I am & who I was, sweaty fingers slipping from between each other with the bloodied grasp of desperation - it is a spring day, and I am here again. the leaves are new and the blinking infant furled in the strands of my chest takes a breath and every time I trudge through these vine-ridden woods I feel her grubby hands trace the creases in my ribcage. there are ghosts here, the soulmate-friend across the ocean and I and the way we'd take axes to the already-fallen trees like our anger was spraying away with the bark and we were left with only breeze. there are the phantoms of our hands stuck in the mud, ripped leaves beneath our fingernails as we unclogged the flow of the creek and watched the water dig its trenches deeper, and now i'm watching it capture the light of a new year in my hometown alone. through the leaves and over the tinny chorus of water-on-rock I hear the echoes of a mother calling to her children in a game of hide-and-seek, her children laughing, the clamor of it like a memory captured on tape and played back. there is a hole here, radio waves rippling through years folded back and punched through, I a bystander to the reminiscence of a stranger years down the line when some part of that laughter will be lost. it is here. it is here now, in the backyard of a house I sometimes call home.
May 5, 2025
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The birds are chirping outside. It’s so quiet in here. I’ve been sitting in silence for 20 minutes now. Right now isn’t a good time for us. The stillness is so peaceful. I’ll always be thinking about you.
May 19, 2025
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If anyone even gives a crap.
Cured king salmon, crème fraiche vinaigrette, capers, dill, toasted breadcrumbs, lemon zest, calabrian chile oil. Inspired by Liv’s on 2nd street in Long Beach
Jan 21, 2024
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also known as sleep. easy for some, challenging for others. but once you figure out a good nights sleep it feels really good.
Dec 29, 2023