Thank you to my friend Zoe for sharing this wonderful memory of me writing during the last day of @omiamifestival ‘s Room of One’s Own: A Teeny Tiny Poetry Residency at the Wolfsonian’s Bridge Tender House in April 2019. So magical.

Thank you, David Lynch for widening the field of possibility. You said, “I hate slick and pretty things. I prefer mistakes and accidents” + “It’s so freeing, it’s beautiful in a way when you have a great failure” + opened doors to wondrous + terrible rooms. A companion to my creativity. R.I.P.

Last day of absolute freedom

One thing I did to be closer to Dad last year while grieving his death was to begin to grow my modest vinyl collection so that I could listen to music with care again, not as background lifestyle noise, but attentively and joyfully, the way he taught me to as a child.

The little things

Hey Miami, Come write Poems on the Sandbar with me and Biscayne Nature Center + O, Miami Poetry Festival on April 7. RSVP omiami.org/projects-and...

Writing in Key Largo

“Cold” front in Miami (Little Haiti).

What a strange day. Here’s me trying to keep my restless and imperious Lily away from her infected tail.

Box wine, Publix sub and chatting about 90s comedies. (At Morningside Park)

This year’s Sealey Challenge so far—I’ve never made it through a whole month. This year I loaded the month with chapbooks and re-reads and it’s made me look forward to the rest of my poetry year.

A Heather Christle gem from The Trees The Trees