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I want to talk about everyday thresholds. Those seemingly unimportant interactions that change our state of being. Often in subtle ways. Even now, I feel compelled to check my phone. My impulse control has long since eroded… bear with me…

Writing can be an emotional process Writing can be a reflective practice. A way to heal trauma. Or an invitation to explore the imagination. It can be a vice and a vocation. Sometimes, I write noise that should have been…

An Invitation to read poetry in the forest Life is busy. In the middle of my working routine (for the sake of my sanity) I need gentle reminders to remember the Earth. Sometimes, when I am glued to the never-ending feed…

Technology controls my life. For better. For worse. My days begin and end with my phone. An audiobook to fall asleep. An alarm to wake up. But lemme just check my messages real quick. Nek minute, scrolls. Scrolls. Deep in…

Wild writing is the practice of listening. Deep listening. To live as a wild writer, as a nature poet is a way of being in the world. A way of paying attention to the big ideas, subtle notes and fertile…

Poems to pair with your coffee There are two things I love in life, coffee and poetry. Luckily for me, they pair perfectly together. I read a wide array of poetry and I drink my coffee black. I even used…

It took 6 months of blogging to answer 2 important questions.Do I enjoy the process of blogging?Do other people find value in my blog? I’ve made many mistakes in the 6 months since I made this website. I will make…

I’m rewriting my poetry manuscript, Wild Altar. It was rejected recently. This made me think.Was there a valid reason? I didn’t see it at first. But yes, the poetry could be better. I’ve worked hard to finish the manuscript and…