For The Love of Language

On Things That I Know to Be True: When I was four years old; complete with snow white knee high socks and imaginary dwarf-friends in tow, I wanted to be a doctor. Already aware of the sickness in the world and a bourgeoning puzzle-meister I really wanted to fix things seek smiles that had been… Continue reading For The Love of Language

Poetry, Travel

When The Dust Settles: Thailand

Who will finish your jigsaw heart when he leaves, taking pieces with him? Who told you to play with unbeatable men? Men who let you love loneliness out of them gifting it back to you wondering why you return half full. He is a desert you, the oasis desperate to hydrate and keep the hope… Continue reading When The Dust Settles: Thailand