Salt lake city — I promise: caterpillars will always turn into bejeweled butterflies. I promise: hard, tight little seeds will always grow into trees to shade you. I promise: hurt will seep away into peace…one day...
Mandaluyong — You remind me of wonderful childhood memories. Of bathing in the rain, running around and jumping on puddles, gloriying in the splashes of water I make. Of paper boats I let drift along the gutter, ho...
Port townsend — A child crying. Sound waves that bounce off the white and sea-foam green walls. The casino chime from a game app. I’m nestled among my gear staring at my own exhausted reflection, a great gray abyss b...