The other day, I was at the climbing gym when a man rushed by me, slammed down a large bag of chalk on the floor, and hurried on and disappeared from sight. I was standing on the backside of the bouldering structure when this happened, and I realized that the man had done it in… Continue reading A puff of chalk
Case studies
The college years
One of my earliest memories of college involves showing my freshman year roommate what I had smuggled into the building on move-in day. Among my possessions, my parents and I had trucked in a pair of blue, plasticine beanbags, and it was after my parents left that I picked up one of the beanbags and… Continue reading The college years
The strand
There is a strand of light That I have been following my whole life. I know it as a sensation: A pull forward from my heart, My gut, Perhaps from somewhere deeper. * When in touch with the strand, I feel a sense of flow, An intuitive “yes” to what is being offered me by… Continue reading The strand
Valentine’s day poem
Happy valentine's day To the parts of myself I hide. These are the parts of myself That easily get angry, reactive, or afraid, The parts of myself that cower and cry without reason. * I am worried that when people see these parts of me, They won't want to know me, And so I do… Continue reading Valentine’s day poem
Hypocrisy
A hushed glance as a dollar bill is passed beneath a glass barrier, still taken as payment. A bump on the elbow for some, a fist bump for others, for others yet a brazen hug. Sometimes doing things like going to the gym, while other times deeming such activities dangerous. Crowds being maskless at some… Continue reading Hypocrisy
