What 2025 Left Behind

What 2025 Left Behind

It was one of those years that still feels difficult to put into words, as if the act of trying to do so creates an ache. The kind of year that held joy, adventure, ugliness, and pain all mangled up together into something impossibly complicated. A year that, taken at face value, should be effortless to name, and yet, extraordinary as it was, when I truly allow myself to step back into the past, and unravel 2025, it leaves me with the most imperceptible, yet undeniably bad taste.

A Winter Exhale

A Winter Exhale

I pulled the throw over my chest and tucked my book into my lap, shifting until I was just a little more comfortable. Pen, check.Sticky tabs, check.Cup of tea, check. This has been my preferred state of existence during nearly every free evening I’ve been 

A Stream of Consciousness | November 30, 2023 | Seance

A Stream of Consciousness | November 30, 2023 | Seance

I have not been able to write for 3 years now. Sounds dramatic, I know, but it’s not untrue. Whatever skill or discipline I developed for myself since I began posting my writing in 2015 has mysteriously vanished since 2020, and I’ve been grasping onto as many faint strands of whatever is left of it ever since.

Afternoon, Autumn

Afternoon, Autumn

I watch the corners of your mouth curl up, as you tilt your face towards the sun and close your eyes. It’s the perfect October afternoon, the kind where the air is crisp, the sky is a nearly cloudless blue, and the sun is still