Flowers

On new neighbourhood rites.

The unboxing

There are things I'm hoping to find when the dust settles, and I tick them off like a grocery list I made when I still believed there could be a way to fill this house with light. Oranges, for the way I felt when busses took me to places I couldn't name, purified water for...

Nothing like a horse

If there was anything else to drink, we would happily forget how the rain is made and never again believe in the colour blue.

On grief

The end of a world as we know it.

Oranges pt. 2

It’s not easy coming home.

Oranges

Speaking about sunshine and the ocean and not speaking about either.

Still

On familiar February's and the different shades of not knowing what happens next.

What I Am Good At

Starting to believe that there is more than one way to, and for, everything.

Horchata

Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten.

On the hard edges

A testament to, and for, living far away from everything that feels like smooth-sailing.