When my friend told me she didn’t know what she didn’t know about not loving herself until she did know, I decided I also wanted to know. This is what we do here, you know? Open doors to each other’s journeys, (sometimes it’s just a crack in a window) sometimes it’s walking each other home…

When I Get Angry I don’t know what to do. …

Check in with what’s here, they say: close some eyes, breathe, Listen — first outside, then inside: What’s here? What’s here is I spent the last 4 hours buying swimsuits and sweaters with holes in them for a body that’s going tropical in 3 weeks and it’s the biggest it’s ever been and…

It’s an odd thing — being away, Almost outside yourself, asleep while strangers cut the body and go inside Taking what doesn’t belong, Those pieces that sound like disease, Rich parts that have become dangerous, Wild beauties I was just starting to feel. And what’s to be left in this…

Looking up, hearing wind strong through trees I’m tenderized, my ears and eyes like receivers, watching myself falling in love, love, love, Love! Seeing that love come off this page that was also once a tree, Feeling my ordinary self getting unpaged now, hinges low and steady horizon bright and sovereign, Whole plant sky and…

Thank you for this large pocket of a day that gave us time to quietly slip our eyes inside and behind each other, for leading us to fairytale structures made by human and earth, forces of water and plant, power and scent. …

A Poem on Friendship We spot treasure outside inside somewhere in between — our veins showing us how, our secrets showing us why, because we’re all new enough at this and the more I sit with you, the more we sit like solid rock opened by the early sun, cracked and beautiful, our patterns of moss and root…

The shape of this smile started to change when I let myself feel space inside soil and me the same; when my fingernails grew long all on their own so that I could more easily peel the oldest pieces of weight off my shoulders, slivers of steel and early selves that began falling like water, the soil…

Goodbye again & thank you, city of green and marble, tree blossoms and suits, where buildings are low so we can see more sky. Where I fell often and picked up therapy for scars; Where I learned to hold space in my life and power in my voice; Where I learned to hold…