"all she knows is hustle."
these words hang in my living room. they were once
prose
on colors and sacred contracts (a life manifesto)
I wrote this piece in an afternoon writing workshop, circa
inner compass, that you-est you.
it is said in yogic philosophy that our only job
what good will you do?
my obituary
"Death can come at any time." This phrase
"more is just more"
1200 east 49th st
dear future healer, this journey is long, and arduous. you’
isvara pranidhana
Surrender is not wet noodle. It is not sinking, nor
room 707, bed 2
On the eleventh floor of the safety net hospital a
i finally know
i finally know why i blister around the competitive, rigid,