poetry
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Girl in the Water

I tiptoe through the shallow waters, clench my arms to my chest, and squeal as whitewater crashes into my bare stomach. I wait for an unbroken wave to arrive and then— sink under with the abandon of a desperate prayer. Saltwater rushes around my ears, into my nose, down the back of my throat. It soaks my day-old hair into submission,… Continue reading
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First Impressions

When I first saw her she was all stick and bones. Her thin trunk, merely the keeper of weathered branches. Had she just lost everything or was she just about to bloom? I couldn’t see her whole story, I just knew she had one. She didn’t seem worried, confident it was just a season; fruitful… Continue reading
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Ode to the Early Years

I wish I could bottle the scent of grapefruit blossomsto remind you of the Seed School days. “Good morning!” your teachers called,greeting you with hugs. Behind me you stood, warming up to the day,wearing a halo of golden curlsand a shirt that read: A little dirt never hurt. Free-range children and chickensmingled with Elizabeth Mitchell… Continue reading
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San Diego Manifesto

Welcome to San Diego,the current weather is 75 and sunny.Home to students, families, athleisure wear, tourists, surfers, yo-pros, yogis, artists –all are welcome. Deep breaths of fresh air come easyin our humble city of effortless beauty,where kindness and curiosity meet for a cappuccino. Discovery is limitless,if you dare to travel by mind, foot, breath, board,… Continue reading